Sometimes when I listen to my vinyl I love it. I sit marveling at the lovely warm delicious analogue -y goodness and am completely satisfied. The clicks don't both me, the hiss becomes a comfortable ambient glove for the sound and I smile. Other times I put on a record - even the same record - and it sounds reedy, thin, the crackles seem way worse than the last time and attract my attention more than the music does. Then I start thinking about selling my turntable and spinclean and upgrading the digital side of the system.
And then again - sometimes, like today, 5 minutes later, I put on another record and the sound is balm for my soul.
We're rocky like that, vinyl and me.
And then again - sometimes, like today, 5 minutes later, I put on another record and the sound is balm for my soul.
We're rocky like that, vinyl and me.
