I touched it, it felt good

I’m talking about the radio equipment!  What did you think I was talking about anyway???

But I am a touchy-feely kind of gal.  At museums, I have to keep my hands behind my back to keep myself from touching sculpture.  I make sure no one is watching at the grocery as I feel up all the fruits and veggies before making my selection.  I like sticking my hands in some pasta or pizza dough. I should really get my hands in the dirt more.

Yet it is true that there some things I want to touch all the time.  At least whenever I get the chance.  When’s my next chance anyway?

This one’s all music again.  It’s bound to touch you in another way…