The year is 1963, and you're a man in your mid-forties, unmoved by the new beatnik trend sweeping society. After a long, grueling week, you retreat to your study, a sanctuary filled with cherished books and old records. In the dim, warm glow of a lamp, you find a dusty favorite record and set it to play. As the familiar melodies crackle to life, you sink into your chair, lighting a cigarette. With the music and smoke drifting around you, you feel the weight of the week lifting, finding solace in the timeless rhythm of the past, and you drift asleep.

Asleep While a Record Plays 1963

I am the NerdWiser and I play the Synthesizer.
I make electronic music you can’t dance to.
🎧 plz! Thank you for listening.