the plimsouls

Sitting, no -- slothing -- on my couch, reading D.H. Lawrence and trying to increase my vocabulary, my phone rang. The screen lit up "jasmine." Who else would you expect? anyways, she asked me to open the gate to our apartment for her. I ran down, pushed the gate open, and what did my little darlin doll face surprise me with? A Plimsouls vinyl. that's right kiddos. The PLIMSOULS! The first album, no less. I swung her around gracefully, albeit violently at times to express my satisfaction with her. I hurried upstairs, plopped my treasured vinyl onto my record player, and nervously and anxiously waited for the stylus to hit. The first popping crackle of the needle finding its way to the groove forced my mouth upwards into a generous smile. I'm having the time of my life.