Listening to Records

I remember that the main thing I wanted in high school (other than a boyfriend) was a record player. My friends pooled their resources and got me a used one for my sixteenth birthday, which I cherished until it fell apart. My dad then purchased one and I used his. When I moved out on my own, I knew I needed to get a player of my own and this past week, I finally purchased a turntable, a receiver and a pair of book shelf speakers of my very own. 

Though CDs and tapes remain relics of technologies gone by (though apparently, according to my cool friends, cassettes might be on their way back in again. To that, I say... why the fuck do you want to play cassettes?), the allure of records has been a mainstay in my life. The aesthetic alone is so appealing; just looking at my small (for now) collection gives me the warm and fuzzies.

I also like that you have to work for the music and once the record's on, you are listening to that album all the way through. I know for myself, other than the gazillion times I've listened toHamilton, I really don't listen to albums all the way through anymore. I've got bad shuffle finger and little patience for songs I don't know. However, if I put on a record where I don't know all the songs, I find that I'm not at all likely to jump up and change the song to something I know. I will listen and learn, something I haven't done in a very long time. 

I do also like the small crackle and pops on some of the older records I have. They show their age but they keep on trucking like the well-made products that they are. I look forward to building my collection and bringing music back into my life as more than something to distract me but as something to make my home come alive.