I'm far from a vinyl expert, but I do have a collection that's mostly for nostalgia.
One album that's far more is the soundtrack to the movie "Fame," a high school graduation gift from my best friend, Kyle.
We were theater kids in school, performing in plays all around Detroit, and I was a classically trained dancer as well. If it weren't for the Detroit Windsor Dance Academy, I probably would be in jail or dead. Sometimes performing was the only thing that stopped me from looking for trouble. The scars on my face and body — the ones only I know are there — remind me of the times I found the trouble I was looking for.
