It’s half past seven. You just got ready for dinner. Your partner is in the bathroom: ‘Just a minute, I’ll be right there.’ You know they might be a while. You smile. You’re perfectly relaxed. You head to the Honesty Bar and conjure up an aperitif. You meander to the phonotheque next door.
More than 3,000 vinyl records await you. Your eyes scan the covers. Cole Porter. Ella Fitzgerald, Count Basie… You pick one. You place the shiny, black disc on the turntable. The needle makes a crackling noise as it touches the vinyl. You close your eyes. Suddenly, you’re far away. In an intimate little club from bygone times. Your partner comes into the phonotheque. ‘We can go, dear.’ You respond: ‘Just a minute. I’ll be right there.’