One by one, people trickle into an old house from the cold, February street in the east end of Belleville, Ontario. Greeted at the door by hand shakes and hugs, people shuffle through the kitchen and into the living room to choose a seat from the random assortment of chairs. Old friends, new friends and musicians mix and mingle in the cozy room while songs stream out of a record player on a tidy table in the corner. Before long, the needle is lifted up off the vinyl ridges and the live music begins.
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