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Vinyl Fetish
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Vinyl Fetish Oh man, those old LP's... If an album was made right you started it off...and the first song or two brought you in, then, by the time it was over a distant disconnect was the interruption of the stylus hitting the label with a dull amplified ca-thud ca-thud ca-thud ca-thud ca-thud ca-thud They were labor intensive, those old records. You had to get up every so often... ...a little longer as time went by... and change 'em. A side could be anywhere from fifteen minutes to half an hour. some, went on forever... All that mattered was how far did it take you. And there was all that readable print. The covers were amazing. ... condensed museums of icons, all past, and all future... Sure, I know, we were younger and probably at least somewhat altered. Unbound spirits celebrating all things possible. The artwork ...was art. You could look at it over and over. and the sleeves if they didn't have just bogus black and white RCA advert crap on it might have the lyrics or some other myth building information. How many relationships had to survive the co-mingling of the albums? ...Did you mark them? ...or trust that we would each know? oh, and how to sort them genre? alphabetical? piled up as last played? and handling them... and then how many of these dependent albums actually made it home with their 'parent' after a bad break-up? Advances in Technology have changed our point of view Back then, there were pauses while we chose another record, the room tittered at will, calling out requests or filling in mythology. On the radio, which no one was responsible for the voice was either cool, or not now, in silence we listen alone to a Walkman or an I-pod, as we soundtrack our lives. The ritual of sharing, the of rolling joints on the covers all gone... "gone are the days, when we stopped to decide, where we should go, we just ride" all solo's from here on out. No more harmonies of Wooden Ships... no more fuzz of a Fender reverb tube... the digital thing , the ole one two, is upon us, now. The first digital voice I ever heard gave me time , and temperature... no rhythm no blue... and I never ever danced to it.  |
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a brief comment what the PTB would call a Public Service Announcement. I like this little piece and it is a pleasant- (insert poll here...lol) diversion from my usual tirades... I read a lot I've done a lot I've done a lot wrong... Parochially I'm right on schedule, but that's a whole 'nutha blog My spirit is an artist small 'a'... my writing... smashed glass... mosaics... shards of familiarity. I have no answers... I hope to raise questions in you my salvation. I have gotten where I am unconventionally. The cost has been the subconsciously shared essence of security. I trust in my skills and my ability to fail. All parts are equal. Untested, I am always aware of the bargain... I have another soul waiting and we know... all leads to the last moment. if then you do not receive you shall not be received. you shall not perish you just shall again so... these posts the politics the economics are my way of trying to be an artist. these things are vague to most people purposefully. they don't have to be... you CAN have a feel for them I try to make reference... names... or dates... or incidents... and the curious can... learn I am not a delivery system. I am an artist. A politician makes the reality for you an artist only makes the reality if it resonates with you. too much information....I know but today I feel the need to say it.
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>>>note to self only use the word 'brief' after you type a bunch a shit
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Great post, and glad you said it. Coiincidentally, I started listening to vinyl again a few weeks back. It's nice finding old friends for a fraction of the cost of their digital doppelgangers. They sound way better, too.
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I wonder.... Should I admit to having records here that are 78 RPM records?
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vinyl is making a comeback  John Lee Hooker Recommended: [blog lucyjane78]
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I'm re-reading this just because The first digital voice I ever heard gave me time , and temperature... no rhythm no blue... and I never ever danced to it is so effing brilliant, and because ca-thud ca-thud is reminding me that on my new vinyl kick I need to track down what those kids over at Sonic Youth did with their guitars shimmering into a locked groove at the end so that the platter plays for eternity or at least until my cerebellum explodes out of the back of my head with the perfection of it all.
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Lust...you are amazing...your thought processes and then the way you convey...this post flooded me with memories...and like everything it seems...things circle around...some of those album covers art work are valuable now...great post as always... Moonfire
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