I like the portability of digital music, but a recent donation of vinyl LPs to the library has me waxing nostalgic.
Beyond the superior sound quality of an LP over an MP3, what I really like about an album is the give and take between listener and music, the lesson it teaches.
A record needs to be taken care of, looked after.
You need to keep it clean, dust it, handle it carefully; the slightest slip leaves a scar, too much sun or too much heat make it wilt.
The interaction of gravity’s weight against the groove is like life’s path.
The surface noise of nicks and scratches, the occasional skip; they all fade into the music … become a part of it — the price we pay for living full.
The beauty/the imperfection. The fragile/the eternal.
And they’re pretty cheap, too! Stop by and take one for a spin!
All proceeds benefit Friends of the Weinberg Memorial Library.