Records are physical manifestations of past emotions.
Their power lies in an ability to instantly recall those emotions and place them in a relevant present context. They are an alternate history to the written word, telling perhaps the more significant story of the spiritual constitution of a grossly oppressed peoples. They are the flowers that bloom through the cracks and fissures of a paved cultural landscape. Like the wails of a specter unable to move on from this world, the recorded blues don't allow ancestral voices to die. The final remembrance of the narcotic induced destruction of the records, might be interpreted in several ways.