I went to BAM (Brooklyn Academy of Music) Cinema to see a matinee of the movie “Before The Devil Knows You’re Dead,” the plot line of which made my life feel gleefully trouble-free. In the lobby of BAM was this tidal wave made of a molten slew of vinyl albums. I’ve been tempted to pass along my vinyl collection, barring a dozen or so keepers whose specific skips are dear to my heart.

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