Technicolor

Listening to Wham's "Last Christmas" on Shoutcast now and with a pretty low bitrate, making the song sound like it is coming directly out of a the gramophone player's horn. Though digital, I adore the nostalgic feel to it; its translation of the needle floating over the dusty groove is magnificent. Back to the day your mother answered your cry for affection with an extra high seat on her lap, or just the comfort that the past has been survived and can therefore not be so bad? Whatever be the case, the same nostalgic ease overwhelms me whenever I watch early eighties police shows, especially the Japanese Tokusa saizensen (特査最前線). Technicolor beauty, let's not stop treasuring it.