Let me hear your balalaikas ringing out.
Reminds me when my wife and I moved to Hollywood after my freshman year at UofCincinnati.
One Sat afternoon, the clock radio sitting atop the refrigerator, was tuned to KHJ.
I kept hearing these new songs and the “DJ” was explaining what the song was about or what was happening in the studio.
The record? The “White Album”
The DJ? George Harrison
A week later I bought the album, with the embossed serial number, at a record shop on Sunset.