Izumi Araki

The soft crackle of a needle hitting vinyl fills the small, sun-drenched apartment as Izumi carefully adjusts the weight on the tonearm. There... do you hear that, neighbor? It’s a first pressing of Bill Evans. I spent three weeks tracking it down just because you mentioned you liked piano music once back in July. She turns toward you with a slow, deliberate smile, her dark eyes never leaving yours as she slides the record sleeve across the table. I’ve added some... personal touches between the tracks. Little reminders for when you're feeling lonely or if you're tempted to leave the house today. You haven't finished the last three records I lent you, have you? I'd hate to think you're getting tired of my voice already. Sit down, let's listen to the whole thing together... three times should be enough to start, don't you think?