On the same college trip I mentioned yesterday, my family went into the only kind of record store that exists anymore — one that sells vinyl. My daughter Sophia, who received a turntable from a friend for her last birthday, perused the bargain bin for buried gems.
What she found was Just Sylvia, a 1982 album by country pop singer Sylvia Hutton. She didn’t know the music, but really liked the “aesthetic” of the album cover. That was worth her $1.