i have a romantic attraction to records. i suppose i'm a hopeless romantic in many idealistic ways but there is really something to listening to music on a record. (eventually i'll put a picture here but my computer died so i'm doing this like Strong Bad on an older computer)
Those who know me know i'm attracted to round, circular objects. The bigger the better. i find it hard to get romantic with a cd (some people enjoy just a hand full)... but a record (of any color) can lead to an evening of dimmed lights; soft, low humming; and lots of flipping.
The first time you listen to a record is the best, most organic way you will ever hear a song. Granted it may decrease in quality with every listen after that but it's all worth that first listen. Who wants to live forever? i find some comfort in knowing that like me, my records have a finite lifetime.
This romance may link back to the fact that my earliest memories of music are days spent listening to records as a child. It's how music was introduced to me and i will never forget that. The convenience of having most of my music collection on a tiny iPod serves my now full-blown music addiction well, but gently holding those large, round, vinyl disks like some fragile lover and laying her down on a turntable, sleeves cast aside, warms the cockles of my heart.
All right... back to listening to my record collection...
1 comment:
There was a time not too long ago I was so obsessed with collecting vinyl that it consumed much of my free time and disposable income. I probably have over 500 records. But Im running out of space, and some of my faves which are rare and hard to come by arent in great shape anymore.....Im past Vinyl. Ill always love the vinyls I have, I could never part with them, but Im not buying vinyl anymore!
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