
"I never had any records I could call my own when I was growing up, except maybe the soundtrack to
Pinocchio or maybe an extra copy of
American Pie that was missing a sleeve. To this day I still get “Vincent” stuck in my head at random times. If the mood struck me, I was more than welcome to listen to any record from my parents’ collection. From time to time, I’d put on the Beatles or Simon and Garfunkel and just stare at the sleeves wondering who these people were and how they made these sounds coming out of the speakers."
Visit The Vinyl District to read Campos' complete account on growing up listening to records.
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