it’s hard to believe that for a lot of us & for many many years the beautiful sounds that we heard and danced to at school, partied to, had sex to… most of it came off plastic that a needle tore around.
now we listen to music that is composed of 1’s and 0’s… most of it muted – less powerful than that crackle and wobble of a record spinning and taking us with it on its circular journey.
the best sound we ever felt and lived to, was a sensitive diamond dragging on plastic. a physical tearing sound that got more physical and sensual as it was amplified and thrown out of a speaker. a first kiss, a first joint, a first beer, a first f*ck – all to the sounds of carbon tearing around plastic.
those of us that got to experience that sound, and feel the excitement of coming home from the record shop with a brand new album, well, we are lucky. go dig out those gems and enjoy.
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For classical, especially, there was a different sound in vinyl. It was somehow warmer and richer, and often you can get a sense of the acoustics of the hall it was recorded in. There’s none of that on CDs.
And then, across genres, some of my favorite recordings were never reissued on disc, making them all the more precious to me, surface noise, scratches, and all.