Over the weekend, I came to the realization that I really miss my records. I might be in my early 30's, but the sweet sound of dust pops and the occasional skip still makes my heart jump with joy.
Lucky for me, some years back my Dad bestowed his record collection on me. Not just a few albums, but five album crates full. With The Doors, Alice Cooper, The Carpenters and John Denver, the collection has a wide variety of goodies.
While rearranging Christmas decorations this weekend, I had to move the crates and decided to sneak a peek. After about five minutes I was longing for a record player. I have long since sent mine packing, so now I'm going to have to put up the dough to get a new one.
I was looking and have decided on a suitcase record player. If I'm stepping back some years, I need to do it full out I guess. No big stereo system for me, just a little, tinny sounding travelcase stereo.
Looking through the collection I also noticed something. Despite not liking their music, The Rolling Stones by far have the most interesting album covers. Album covers were pieces of art back then. Just look at them sometime. They were good enough to frame and hand in an office. Today we get little CD covers that have little thought or creativity put into them. The cover art was bonus, it was the music that sold the album, unlike today.
My favorite album in my collection is The Doors L.A. Woman. It's a die cut, with the album sleeve a nice canary yellow that slides behind a clear background picture of the group. On the traditional album it's just a plain picture, but I found this little treasure in a vinyl shop when I lived in Muncie for a while. I got to know the owner well and if I watched his shop for him, I would usually receive a record as payment. Pretty sweet gig wouldn't you say?
I have begun my campaign for a new stereo. Dropping hints, sending anonymous ransom-style letters with jagged cuts and if all else fails, I have an ace in the hole. I'll have my three-year old ask for. She always gets what she wants. I promise you, I'm not above that.
For all the vinyl lovers out there, comment and let me and the world know your love for those forgotten relics that reside in your attic or closet. I would also love to hear what treasures you have hiding in your collections.