Once upon a time, in a possibly more artistically aware age, people filed into Music stores to physically purchase whole albums. Albums in which musicians spent legions of blood, sweat, and Marlboros formulating and arranging into this black disc that once you touch the needle to, morphs into some transcendental sphere of euphoric senses taking you by the hand and telling you a story.
As a member of Generation Y, I understand and appreciate the advantages of the digital age and am totally guilty of buying a few song downloads from an artist rather than their whole album; however, these were from more recent musicians and groups who came around well after Vinyl was primarily used by record companies. I don't think they have the same creative process as musicians did in vinyl's heyday. It was more of a serious art form back then, wheras today it's all about having the hottest single.
Anyway - I Fucking love vinyl....the fuzz between songs. I'm a thrift-store rat. You have to pass through a lot of Anne Murray and Christmas music, but it's worth a good 50 cent find. I found my Jeff Beck Group album that way. I also bought a Hank Williams Jr.......why not?
My point is that when I get home and put my "new" record on (that's another thing, I'm a vinyl purist. I am in no way interested in the new vinyl pressing of Nelly's "Country Grammar"...give me a fucking break), I can sit on the floor and listen to the entire album: from "Whole Lotta Love" all the way to side two's "Bring it on Home", and be completely immersed in another world that surpasses dimension. I can crawl inside it for an hour, forget the latest bullshit, and be transported to a well of creativity that I can bask in or drink from; or I can flip through my Ipod and experience a vast variety of emotions and images that fail to create any real meaning or pattern. However, there is something delicious about chaos, so I get it. The download days are here for good.... (maybe), but I can't help it. I'm a progressive vintage girl.
