A friend said something on a post yesterday about the lovely sounds of those familiar skips and scratches that only our most beloved vinyl can produce. I’ve said and felt the same on many occasion….and then I happened upon this photo I snapped a couple years back while cleaning out my archives. This was my very FIRST record album that I would play. I’d lay on the green sculptured carpet of my Grannie’s living room with my ear next to the speaker box of her couch sized console stereo, and play it over and over and over.
It belonged to my Uncle, who was away during the Vietnam conflict…but today, it belongs to me. I wouldn’t trade this old scratchy vinyl for anything. I still play it, and I’m 5 years old again, safe and secure at my Grannie’s house.
Do you remember your first love affair with vinyl? Do you still have it?