A vinyl session out in Knutsford, playing records on a warm evening in a garden bar, red and blue light, people at tables among the plants. All vinyl, a pair of turntables and a bag of records, no laptop, just the slower business of mixing one record into the next by hand.
There is a particular pleasure in an all-vinyl set, the weight of the records, the risk of it, the way it makes you commit to a tune. A summer evening, a good crowd out in Cheshire, and a night of playing records the long way round.
