I know a Good Man, we've known each other vicariously for coming up on probably 10 years now, and, although I've never had the pleasure to shake his hand, he and his Lovely Wife have shared their Family Journey over those years and I feel like I know them both fairly well ..
At any rate, he decided one day that it was time to dispose of his collection of LP's and offered me first crack at any .. for free .. he is a meticulous Man, and had compiled a list .. I had most, if not all in my own collection, so I politely declined .. although, being the pack rat that I am, it was tempting ..
We all grow attached to certain things, especially when you've had something for a long time, as was his case .. old vinyl is a thing that, for me anyway, is quite personal and somehow evokes an emotion .. a visceral emotion that transports you back in time, somehow .. to the nights and weekends you and your Circle would listen to some Bob Dylan, or Abbey Road .. bonding, as it was ..
Carefully sliding out the LP, placing it reverently on the turntable platter, lifting and moving the needle to the start groove .. that pop when the needle dropped .. I'd play some LP's so often, I knew every spot that had a tick or a pop .. the jackets would get worn from handling .. sliding them in and out of the shelf ..
Records evolved, the Human relationship we had with them got to be less and less .. now, a Cloud can deliver a Playlist .. although, there are still young devotees of the vinyl, they are a niche market .. like many things in this World, convenience and technology decided it was time to make things "better" ..
We, I suppose, cannot remain in the grip of what was .. yet, I still play some of my old records and I still can remember those old times, the people, the places .. the Music was a common bond ..
Sometimes, it's just time to move on ..