As a child growing up in the 80’s and 90’s, I missed vinyl’s first wave. It was very much something your dad listened to, a medium in the same category as Betamax, 5 ¼ inch floppy disks and Super 8 cameras. No, for me it was the bright new future of VHS, 3 ½ inch floppy disks and, for music, the infinite freedom and flexibility of the cassette.
Back then, the freedom to happily pirate music from your favourite radio station (finger hovering eagerly over the record button during the weekly chart countdown or, later and more wisely, while listening to John Peel or Steve Lamacq on Radio One) was truly liberating. Making mixtapes for a loved one or for friends became an art form, and the “secret track” on albums, usually found right at the end of the tape after minutes of hissing static, was pure gold to a teenager of the time.
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…my listening habits have shifted 180 degrees, leading me to discover hidden gems on albums I thought I knew, and finding that old favourites shine all the more when alongside their album mates.
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And then, listening to Dr Ring Ding’s Ram Di Dance, the scales fell from my eyes. Ok, this isn’t a 70’s prog rock space opera concept album, with a theme and a story flowing through the whole record. But listening to the flow of the tracks in the order they had been planned (I got the A side/B side divide for the first time…) was a breath of fresh air. Since then, my listening habits have shifted 180 degrees, leading me to discover hidden gems on albums I thought I knew, and finding that old favourites shine all the more when alongside their album mates.[/nk_text]
Dr Ring Ding Ram Di Dance Side 1
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Dr Ring Ding Ram Di Dance Side 2
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Roseland NYC Live – Portishead
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The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill – Lauryn Hill
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Old Stock – Ben Caplan
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Live at the Harlem Square Club – Sam Cooke
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Ah, vinyls! After the mp3 fever hit, visits to the music store were rare. Only now in retrospective, I know how much I enjoyed walking the isles and looking at the labels cataloging the CDs by genre or artists and finger tipping cases until an art cover would caught my eye or I came across something I’ve heard on MTV or TeleHit.
As soon as the second wave of vinyl hit (already in my 30s and in Poland), my first impulse was to pick up where I left off and started surfing the vinyl shelves looking for The White Stripes and all things blues. The joy of perusing covers and the nostalgia of my teenage years all came back while killing time walking my fingers on the shoulders of vinyls sleeves.
It’s not that I don’t use any music streaming service, but rather that I have found once again some small pleasures with vinyl: thinking and looking at what I want to listen, pull the sleeve out of the shelf, the record out of the sleeve and lay it gently on the turntable. Then actually reading some interesting stories or admiring the art inside. Not to mention the therapeutic play time while rearranging my small collection after days of shuffling them around when listening to them.
Anyway, I’m sure everyone who’s now enjoying flipping sides has got back into a groove with vinyl in their own personal way.