The four building blocks of the universe are fire, water, gravel and vinyl.
Last night I decided to reach into the bowels of a spare closet in our guest room where I store my LAST CRATE of albums. At one point in my life I had 6 oversized crates jam packed with albums from all my years in radio. Rock. Punk. New wave. Jazz. Blues.
Yeah I’m one of those DJ’s. I played albums at my first radio job. Vinyl. Records. Black plastic with a hole in the middle.
And for my money, there’s no comparison.
Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely LOVE digital music. It’s portable. I take it with me on my bike, in my car, or when hanging out in the backyard.
But there’s nothing like the look and feel of an album.
When I was a DJ at a little rock station in Parkersburg, WV, I used to do something my boss frowned upon: I raided the mail on the weekend to see what new albums came to the radio station. It was like Christmas every Saturday. The Police. U2. The B 52’s. REM.
And I used to preview them on my Saturday show. Yeah, radio was a lot different in the early 80’s.
Let my reminiscing be a reminder about what’s on the calendar this Saturday: Record Store Day.
Our friends at THE WEEKENDER have done an awesome job previewing Record Store Day, and letting you know what local stores like The Gallery of Sound are offering AND what bands are appearing where.
Support your local record store. And pick up a piece of vinyl for your collection!
Vinyl is the real deal. I've always felt like, until you buy the vinyl record, you don't really own the album. And it's not just me or a little pet thing or some kind of retro romantic thing from the past. It is still alive.