Just Press Play

On my first morning of work at Malaco Records, I headed to the employee kitchen. Coffee, of course.

The kitchen was down the hall from my office and conveniently attached to the recording studio. Like all kitchens, it was the central gathering place.

On the counter was a well-worn, industrial-sized double-decker Bunn coffee machine with a restaurant-style pitcher—its expectant mouth waiting for the next strong brew.

I giggled to myself as I read the round white sticker somebody (I’m guessing it was Wolf) had put next to the orange brew button: JUST PRESS PLAY.

The phrase stuck with me.

I hope you enjoy the audio that accompanies my posts and poems.

—Anna

Malaco mic. Taken by yours truly.