Jono was having a minor crisis, tonight.
Well, it wasn't really a crisis. The island had just recovered from a crisis. In fact, crises, as a general rule, tended to be less about vinyl and more about nice, simple things like life and death and what-have-you. Jono could have handled a crisis.
What Jono was dealing with tonight was more like a minor hiccup on the road to picking what music to play for Hannibal this evening. They were supposed to be introducing one another to music that they each enjoyed, but it had occurred to Jono that it would be difficult to expose Hannibal to music he didn't know yet if Jono himself didn't know what Hannibal was familiar with.
So he was poking through his record collection, contemplating album after album, setting a few aside, sorting a few more into 'maybe' piles. Everybody knew this group, or that one. But maybe not that one. And what if he didn't know that one? It would be a crime to let that continue!
Honestly, he probably wouldn't be overthinking this so much if they had made plans for a date or something, instead. Which... was not terribly likely. Even if there was going to be wine involved.
[For him what is expected!]
- The Apartment Above the Groovy Tunes, Saturday Evening