Today I did something I wish I got to do more often--lay in bed and listen to Barry on my record player. Of course not feeling well was the perfect excuse to lay in bed for hours at a time, but I digress. Hearing his voice radiate from the speakers of my pink record player was such a calming influence that at one point I started to drift off into the land of sleep like a baby may do with a soft lullaby. I felt so at peace...nothing could bother me.
Everytime I listen to my collection of records I always recall the first time I ever got a Barry record which was purely coincidental. I remember I had gone to a thrift store with my mom as she needed to look for something or along those lines and I was wandering around the store when I began to wonder if they had records. So I went around the store searching for even the slightest sign of records when I found a whole aisle towards the back dedicated to the very dusty and out-dated form of music. I stood there looking through each stack meticulously, hoping for some sign of a Barry record. There were certainly a lot of Engelbert Humperdinck and Barbra Streisand records but no Barry. I had almost given up when my eye caught a red cover and when I pulled it out I realized it was "Tryin' To Get the Feeling." The record wasn't in the best condition but I didn't care. I looked at it as if it were covered in gold. At the time I didn't even own a record player, but I had to have it. I bought it with my own money and to this day I still have it, though I have since bought another "Tryin' To Get the Feeling" record in better condition. I will never part with it though as it's part of my story and those things always mean the most.
*The picture is really a picture of my actual record player though "Here Comes the Night" is currently on it. :)*




