I’m delighted to see that vinyl is making a comeback. Years ago, when everyone was ditching their record collections, I was hanging onto my Empire turntable and records “just because“. Granted, many years went by before I fired up the turntable once again.But when I finally did, I re-discovered a sound.
I admit that vinyl is not “easy” like CDs. In fact, it’s a pain in the butt. You have to remove the dust, get up and change the music after 20 minutes and tip-toe softly across the floor so the needle doesn’t skip. When you have guests for dinner and the wine is flowing, flipping the record is not always top of mind. But despite these drawbacks, it’s hard to resist the eye-popping album covers and liner notes. Today, for example, I bought a second-hand copy of Janis Joplin’s“Cheap Thrills”, just for Robert Crumb’s artwork. And when I dropped the needle onto side one of Nina Hagen’s “Fearless” and cranked up the volume, her anthem “New York New York” sent my dog and me into outer space.
Recently, I bought two sealed, never played Elvis Presley albums. Now what? Rip open the plastic and take a drive down memory lane, or tuck my prizes away for a rainy day? I’m afraid I’ve been bitten by the vinyl bug. And this bug takes up a lot of room.