It took me three years to get a copy of Busyhead, one of my favorite albums ever. The first time I bought one, it skipped on the very first song. I returned the vinyl. The second time it skipped at the exact same point. I didn't have time to return it, and quite frankly, I didn't want to. This album got me through every major mental health crisis of my adult life. Even if I never play the vinyl, just looking at it on my shelf makes me ferl like I can get through my current crisis too.