Sonny Rollins is bad ass!
I enjoy listening to music.
I assume since you are reading this blog that you also enjoy listening to music.
If you are at all like me then you also prefer listening to your music in vinyl format.
Over the past few years I have had more and more conversations about the merits of listening to music in what I consider it’s purist form: vinyl. I won’t get into all the technical aspects of analog vs. digitally recorded (or altered) music. Most listeners could really care less about how a record was recorded (that’s for musicians, engineers, producers, critics, bloggers, and audiophiles to debate); they simply want to listen to something that sounds “pleasurable to their ear.”
Some of these conversations have started because I have matching 45 record spindle adapter tattoos. Most people think they are those saucer-like pellets that used to shoot out of toy guns or I am a DJ. Neither is true.
Example exchange:
“What are those tattoos?”
“It’s a 45 adaptor. You know, those old, smaller records, the disc you put in the center to place it on the turntable. ”
Blank stare.
In the day of instant-everything, iEverythings, and attention spans of a fish, the vinyl-listening music fan has been relegated to a subculture. The mp3 listening public looks at us as throwbacks, “hipsters” who think we’re too cool for digital music, or out of touch with the realities of new music distribution methods (which change about as often as Neil Young changes genres). I usually respond to these things with one or more of the following statements:
BUMS LOGIC 