My fascination began with my parent’s collection and a huge console stereo. Elton John, Emmylou Harris, The Who, Paul Revere and the Raiders, Beethoven, Tom T. Hall, The Beatles. There were also these books that were told on record, with sound effects, and a signal to let you know when it was time to turn the page. Stories like Peter and the Wolf, Briar Rabbit, and various Bible stories. My babysitter, Markita, introduced me to The Bay City Rollers, and KISS. Which explains why the first record I ever purchased was KISS, Destroyer. The collection grew from there to include The Police, Michael Jackson, and too many to go on. A random sampling of my open trunk of records has yielded such gems as Waylon Jennings, Johnny Mathis, Black Sabbath, Bowie, Edgar Winter, Willie, WoodStock, and Donna Summer
You spent time just listening to all this stuff back then. It wasn’t just background noise. Vinyl was more than the music. The artwork on album covers were like a door into the recording. The liner notes would often contain amazing information. John Lennon plays guitar and sings background vocals on David Bowie’s Fame. All of the members of Missing Persons, except for Terry’s sister, Dale Bozzio, make appearances on Frank Zappa’s Shut Up and Play Your Guitar. Not to mention the printed lyrics. It’s basic multiple sensory stimulation. I guess the point is we were so much more connected to the artists back then and the artists were, more often than today, worth being paid attention to and actually had something say.
Of course the biggest advantage with of a lot of vinyl being that you get to hear the WHOLE recording. The digitizing process REMOVES pieces of your favorite recordings! CONSPIRACY! Or not.
To be continued...