vinyl, I think I'm in love now
I bought a record player. You know the thing, you put a large black disk on it, a swing arm with a needle imbedded in it glides across the disk as it rotates and warm mellow music comes out the speakers -a record player.
Oh gods, I'd forgotten how much I love the sound. After I got it hooked up I just lay on the floor with my headphones on listening to Sgt. Pepper. It was glorious.
Sgt. Pepper, Yellow Brick Road, Pearl, The Point, and Frampton Comes Alive, all on vinyl, are the sounds of my childhood. In the mid 80's we lived in the Mojave desert and spent more time without our parents home than with them there. (today it's called child abandonment, but then it was mom and dad work as truck drivers and can't take us with them during the school year) I would listen to them repeatedly, fingers tracing over the liner notes and pouring over the album covers. I had whole worlds of stories in them.
It's been a million years since I've had a record player, probably the early 90's when I lived at home, but I still have all those albums, plus a few more I've picked up, even without a player I can't resist the pull of the medium it seems. So, yeah, . . .
There's something about the sound of vinyl. It's more immediate, at least to me, more like you're right there with them in the studio. I listen to music all the time, but with records I have to slow down, there's ritual involved. It feels good. I can't wait to begin expanding my collection. The things I didn't know about then that I desperately want to hear on vinyl now. Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, the Stones, Johnny Cash. Gods, the list could be endless. Like I need another thing to collect! lol
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Oh gods, I'd forgotten how much I love the sound. After I got it hooked up I just lay on the floor with my headphones on listening to Sgt. Pepper. It was glorious.
Sgt. Pepper, Yellow Brick Road, Pearl, The Point, and Frampton Comes Alive, all on vinyl, are the sounds of my childhood. In the mid 80's we lived in the Mojave desert and spent more time without our parents home than with them there. (today it's called child abandonment, but then it was mom and dad work as truck drivers and can't take us with them during the school year) I would listen to them repeatedly, fingers tracing over the liner notes and pouring over the album covers. I had whole worlds of stories in them.
It's been a million years since I've had a record player, probably the early 90's when I lived at home, but I still have all those albums, plus a few more I've picked up, even without a player I can't resist the pull of the medium it seems. So, yeah, . . .
There's something about the sound of vinyl. It's more immediate, at least to me, more like you're right there with them in the studio. I listen to music all the time, but with records I have to slow down, there's ritual involved. It feels good. I can't wait to begin expanding my collection. The things I didn't know about then that I desperately want to hear on vinyl now. Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, the Stones, Johnny Cash. Gods, the list could be endless. Like I need another thing to collect! lol
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