I have the Atari 2600. I have the beat-up copy of The Black Stallion. If I still had any of the records that played on this thing, I’d purchase this fixture of my childhood and while away the evenings listening to early ’80s Disney and George Lucas movies, and the nostalgia overload would short out my brain and Michael would find me twitching and drooling on the living room floor.
Hmm. Best not.
