The afternoon I bought my first record, "Red Rubber Ball" by the Cyrkle, I went to my best friend Jovita Becker's house. She plucked the single from the sleeve and dropped it onto her turntable with a crunch of the needle as the sound of the Farftsa organ rang out, and we danced the Pony on the bouncy, wood floor of her upstairs bedroom. I went to her house often, late afternoons, after Catholic school, while her parents were still at work at their grocery store.