A couple of months ago, I wrote about the 'death' and how I missed the lost 'art' of album covers in records or LPs. For those born after the 'seventies' and baby boomer era, our primary source of music comes from those black rounded plastics, measuring from 7 inches to 12 inches in diameter. To play and hear music, you must have a machine or equipment called 'turntable' , popularize by the so called DJ's. I belong to that time when partying means bringing loads and loads of records. 'Spinning' is an art. You have to keep the party people happy and the only way to keep them happy (besides other things) is to create the 'sound' and atmosphere so that people will be up on their feet the whole night, up to the wee hours of the morning.
This year I found myself searching and ultimately bought a second hand turntable (thanks to PinoyDVD and Wiredstate guys). And with it, began my 'journey' back to the time when music was sacred and ritualistic. Here is a picture of my first acquisition, Technics SL1900 spinning happily ever after.
Listening to records once again is more than a 'trip' down memory lane. I know. I own and listen to a lot of CD's (which must be running to a thousand by now), mp3 players (IPODS and some China made ipod ipodan, meaning imitation IPODS he he). You cannot simply deny the superior acoustical quality of music coming from these records/LPs. I don't think this is an elitist audiophile statement. Siimply put, music on vinyl sounds a lot better. I listen to MP3 only for convenience, of course I don't intend to carry turntables around. If ever, there is also what I called 'digital fatigue'. I experienced this after listening to a digitalized music after sometime.
Labels: music, penguin gallery, pinoy, records, vinyls
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