It’s 2009. I’ve turned up to school at 11am, my freshly minted learner licence burning a damn hole in my pocket. I’ve got an All Berry Bang Boost Juice in one hand, and my iPod in the other. My peers have moved on to iPhones, but like a Marrickville barista with more red flags than shifts this week, I prefer the retro sound quality of vinyl the iPod Classic.
