I keep the vinyl collection secure in its closet, cool and comfortable, the hallowed hall of my old favorites. In my 20s, collecting albums, browsing all that wonderful album art- when there was enough room to print some serious art, of course… the collection runs from Tchaikovsky to the Toy Dolls.
During those years, I savored every album, listening through the complete sides. Perhaps, that’s whne I got in the habit of listening to an artist “all the way through” rather than today’s singles affliction. Listening with the Sansa, I can’t rocket through a tune or so, I still cue up the entire album for a play or two.
The big NAB tape reels from the Studer and the 909 keep calling for me set up the deck, a future project.