My dad was clearing out his attic and gave me crates, and I mean CRATES of old vinyl records dating back to 1949 (oldest I've found so far). Both 12" and 7" and a lot of classics. We filled an entire van, top to bottom moving them to my studio. I've been cataloging and listening to them on a restored antique 1920's phonograph all day. Talk about Zen, it doesn't get any better than this!
Something about the simplicity of the old days, or how simple I assume they would be since I wasn't alive, is just calming. The crackling of the static and perpetual loop of the needle stuck in a deep groove is magical.
Fuck MP3s, CDs, DVDs, BluRays, and 3D. You have to appreciate where you came from before you can really understand where you're going.
On a side note, I think he has a very valuable collection. Several crates were nothing but unopened Elvis stuff. The Elvis stuff that was opened is either playing or in queue to play on my phonograph.
Something about the simplicity of the old days, or how simple I assume they would be since I wasn't alive, is just calming. The crackling of the static and perpetual loop of the needle stuck in a deep groove is magical.
Fuck MP3s, CDs, DVDs, BluRays, and 3D. You have to appreciate where you came from before you can really understand where you're going.
On a side note, I think he has a very valuable collection. Several crates were nothing but unopened Elvis stuff. The Elvis stuff that was opened is either playing or in queue to play on my phonograph.
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