Believe it or not. Now I know it’s time for me to move on to the next life.
My research led me to this sentence in a turntable review. Too good not to pass on:
“I forgot how one focuses when listening to a record rather than a 102 song play list. You end up reading the record jacket and actually listening.”
Totally agree, but the vinyl album as a musical format for consumption, with jacket and liner notes, lasted a preciously short period of time. It happened to coincide with those of us who are now in our 50s and 60s coming into the market, and with the flowering of many of the revolutionary musical movements, but it is something of a technological accident. Which isn’t to say that we didn’t benefit from that accident.
Still, I go into Barnes and Noble now and see the stack of turntables for sale, and the paltry rack of overpriced vinyl for sale and I roll my eyes. And I immediately think of the four or five milk crates of albums I have tucked deep into storage in the basement, and wish I had enough room for a turntable.
Awesome. I gave Lindsay my back-up turntable and all my album doubles (about 40) a few years back. made my heart happy.
This article validates your intelligent daughter’s instincts.
http://www.theatlantic.com/sponsored/sonos-2016/all-ears/1166/?sr_source=lift_facebook