So, as a New Year’s resolution and a mid-life crisis, I’ve decided to spend a part of each day of 2015 listening to some music on vinyl.
I have been listening to music on vinyl records as long as I can remember. My older sister passed her hand me down turntable (with built-in speaker) and her old records to me in the early 1970s. I recall sunny summer afternoons in my back yard, turntable belting out the best of the 1960s rock and roll… The Beatles, the Monkees, the Guess Who. Each record, playing at top volume while I danced in the grass or bounced a ball off the back of our house until: SKIP, SKIP, SKIP! As an 8-year-old, I had no idea that vinyl records, played in the summer sun, would WARP INTO AN UNPLAYABLE TACO SHELL SHAPED DISASTER! (I also had no idea that a sun-warped record could potentially be “flattened” back to a playable condition with a little heat, some weight, and a bit of patience, but that is a story for another time.) All of my hand me down albums, original pressings of “Help”, “A Hard Day’s Night”, “Pisces Aquarius Capricorn & Jones ltd” all ended up as warped frisbee toys for one last fling with a pre-teen me.
Most of my vinyl encounters have been less destructive than those early years. Some of my fondest memories of my teen years revolve at 33 1/3 revolutions per minute around music of the time. I hope to revisit some of these old friends in 2015, and, with any luck, will make some new friends along the way.
Welcome and enjoy!