I was lucky enough to squeeze in a tour of this epic record pressing plant in Nashville just before my flight back to San Franskippie last week. I had no idea of the process, the amount of hands on work, the heavy machinery – none of which has been manufactured new since the 80s. Truly a beautiful factory, untouched by time. Even the old living quarters remain unchanged, originally set up so black recording artists could stay there in a time when they couldn’t get a room in the South. The best was watching the a hockey puck-sized disc with a label already on it be squished into a 12” memory maker. Jay, thanks so much for the tour.