Image by frotzed2 via Flickr I've been a bit nostalgic lately - probably because of you guys! Several of you have written about vinyl records. Oh how I miss vinyl! I still have a box of them and like to take them out and reminisce. CDs are convenient and all...but can you remember this experience:
Your favorite band has just come out with a new record. You drive (walk, bike, hithchike, take a bus) to the local music store. There were several music stores to choose from back then, but you had a favorite. Mine was Tower Records.
You enter the store, its HUGE. There is some loud music playing and all the employees are the epitome of cool (whatever that happened to look like for that particular era). My Tower had mostly musicians working there, skinny guys with waist length hair and pot leaves on their belt buckles.
Right in front was a display of that longed-for new album. You grabbed it and looked at both sides, barely able to keep from opening it in the store to see the liner notes. But now the adventure begins....rather than heading for the cashier to make a purchase, you enter the AISLES.
There are aisles and aisles of records albums. They are in alphabetical order according to genre. "Rock" takes up 75% of the store. You start with "A" and look through each section, browsing, seeking treasures, getting excited at those marked down prices on old records you always wanted.
Hours could pass during this time. You may notice some other browsers nearby or even strike up a conversation about a great concert you heard while you both stand in front of the "P" section fondly leafing through Pink Floyd, The Police, The Pretenders and Tom Petty.
You usually left with at least three new albums and hurried home for the unwrapping. Remember taking the cellophane off the cover? I used my finger nail to slice along the side and then ripped that stuff off. Then, if you were lucky, the album opened up and had artwork to see not only on front and back but INSIDE. You took out that sweet disc and gently put it on the turntable and sat reading the lyrics along with each new song.
I loved albums. I loved the art, the words, the process of buying them, bringing them home and playing them. I really need to invest in a turntable.