So I’m obviously late on this, but I finally got a record player this week. My parents had one growing up…not because tapes weren’t around then, but I guess my dad had acquired the taste for vinyl. He still has quite the collection of Skynard, Journey, the Police, Kenny Rogers and even Madonna (of course he says it’s my mom’s…). I remember being a little kid and dancing around the living room to my Mickey Mouse kid songs and kids Christmas songs record.
A few months ago, we were in the record store in Marietta Square and I saw the Civil Wars on vinyl and decided to get it with the intentions of buying a record player shortly after. Then for our first year anniversary, Hannah got me a copy of the original Thriller record while she was out in California. But still…no record player.
After finally getting it earlier this week and listening to both records in their entirety, I think I’m obsessed. The scratching and modulation sounds…they just feel good. Don’t get me wrong…I love being able to listen to a whole album without having to get up to flip it over to the other side (can you imagine if we had record players in cars?! between the bumping and flipping…even though we used to flip tapes in the car), but there is something special about listening to vinyl to me.
After dinner together last night, we put a record on in the living room and sat on the couch and just chilled. Bigsby even laid down next to us and relaxed. There was something about that moment. Just sitting, reading and listening to a record as a family after dinner. It felt funny to think how many families could have done that years ago. Even before records, they used to do that with radio shows. All I’m saying is that it was nice.
And now I want more vinyl. And I will be going to record store again tomorrow. And hoping to not spend a lot.