That may be true but regular ones are not. If you are buying Vinyl to put on a shelf and "look cool" you are a fucking moron and should probably be launched out of a cannon into the sun.
I have a fair amount of vinyl but I have a fairly decent record player.
It looks like we agree then. You could even have a cheap crappy one that you use sometimes and I would still give you respect.
What I don't respect is some fucking moron buying vinyl because "its cool" and cant even play it because "hipster". Fucking gen-Z is that now "retro core" or "retro maxxing" or some fucking bullshit?
If any of you GZ faggots are here can you tell us what you call it and why you are gay?
I still haven't hooked mine back up since the move but I also haven't bought any new records either. Orbit makes a relatively decent introductory player.
Good ones are not cheap. I own 3, all worth over 400 on eBay.
I have lots of vinyl, stuff I collected intent 80’s and 90’s. Mostly shit. What I really love is all of the 60’s jazz and big brass my grandfather had.
And listening to it is like wearing a warm coat.
Part of what some don’t get is the ritual. It’s not about clicking play from a list of shit you heard was good. For records there is a commitment all be it for at least one side. Since you don’t know the start and stop points. So you put on the record, Dust it off, boot up the amp, then listen. Sit the fuck down and listen. Or do shit, but you don’t have the dopamine hit of pressing next because this song is dragging.
You are invested. Committed. Let it fucking turn. Enjoy the crack you hearin that groove, it was put there when grand dad was tipsy on New Year’s Eve in 65 and forgot to put it int he sleeve.
I have to say it’s gotta be like an arsonist. You have to set the strange then let it burn. There is no take backs, or changes after your light the match.
A record is like that. There is no seek, fast forward, or next track.
So just let it all wash over you. If it sucks embrace the suck and have hope the next song will be better. Sometimes it’s gold, sometimes not, but that’s one reason I like the old jazz and big band. It doesn’t just remind me of being a kid where my grandparents would listen to the what ever the fuck music hour on tv. That’s part of it, but there could be gold in them grooves.
So I let it play. Like grand dad is sitting there in his derby hat, smoking that pipe and tapping a foot in his chair.
It’s another reason kids want but can’t have, they don’t know why people did anything, as they just want to be seen doing, and have no concept of enjoying actually doing it.
Gentlemen smoked pipes. Gentlemen wore derby’s. They wore dress shoes until bedtime.
My grandparents place was the set of madmen and I was there, I didn’t watch it on netfucks and revel in how cool it was.
I was there. It was much cooler than you can imagine because it was much cooler than I can remember.
It’s why people don’t road trip. Get there fast to eat fast food and do everything they can to enjoy what they don’t understand and won’t remember.
It’s why we road trip, the journey is more important than the destination. And that’s not some saying in some home show wall.
Now fuck off back to your shitty generation since you likely didn’t read all that, and doom scrolling gives you that sweet dopamine.
You will die with no memories to cry about, lonely with your ai girlfriend.
Who fucked your ass today? Damn dude. Sometimes you need to take a chill pill before vomiting out to the internet.
Constructive criticism. I hope you had a otherwise great new year.
I did. Was just expounding on records and the psychological reason kids don’t like them.
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