Scheherazade – VIII — The Family Songbook

The destruction of my record collection in a religious purge, a childhood in a musical brothel, girls spinning rose and lavender moons, Bob Dylan's harmonica rampart, and a twelve-foot Hawaiian wave.

I truck my father’s Heathkit hi-tech, hi-fi tuner and power amp downstairs from the attic along with a plastic, bubble-domed, multi-stack-record-changing, cassette playing, AM/FM receiving, 8-track playing, primary colored, mood-detecting light show face plate marvel of do-it-all late seventies sound technology.

I also lug two ancient but durable speake…