This topic seems appropriate, considering how much music I listened to in the car during our multi-day eclipse journey. (We played a bespoke list of songs having to do with the sun, the moon, and eclipses; I know, sad, right?) We spent a lot of time in Austin, which is actually WAY weirder than Palo Alto ever was, and we visited one of the bigger vinyl record shops in town, which to me felt like the old days of hanging out at Tower Records. It’s heartening to see that old-fashioned vinyl albums are having a renaissance.





