I wish I owned a record player.
“My first artifact of music ever was Michael Jackson’s Thriller on vinyl. We had a player at the Blue House in Iowa City and we spun a lot of Randy Newman. Ashleigh bought me a few vinyl records once, knowing that it was always something I wanted to get into if I ever lived a more stable life.
She got me a Parliament record and a Blood, Sweat & Tears record. I’ve loaned them to my friend Brooks Strause for safekeeping.
Vinyl is wonderful though. I spent the night with this lady in Kentucky once who put on Sgt. Pepper’s… such strange music to kiss someone to, but something about its being on vinyl made it memorable, gossamer. CDs just can’t be romantic like a record can.
But it takes having a space and the spare cash and time to build your library. And in the end it’s just another thing, it’s all just stuff, let’s be honest, but goodness I guess so is the Venus of Willendorf, so is the Mona Lisa—doesn’t make it meaningless does it?
If it makes you happy, if it gives you a little comfort, if it makes things just a little bit more magical, that’s all that matters.”
—Paleo
