Good on you for trying
Here is one last musical jewel
Blistering Bass eh?
Gosh, I loved Vinyl! That 12” square jacket was perfect for art, and the sound was so warm (that is, until the record got all scratched up!)
My Childhood, pre-teens, adolescence, young adulthood was replete with piles and plies of vinyl! What I didn’t have, I got out of the deep stacks of the Library. Columbia, Capital, Warner/Electra, Motown. Stax/Volt, Atlantic, Melodiya, Angel, Deutche Grammaphone, Apple, RCA Victor, Mono, stereo, quadraphonic, Hi-Fi, Long-Playing, Dimensional Sound, 33 and a third RECORDS!
I loved them. They were my dolls, my toys, my pets, my inspiration, my friends, my companions, and my magic carpet.
That first new album, carefully slitting the outer plastic to keep it intact and protect the art, sliding the inner sleeve out so carefully, smelling the vinyl as you eased the record out of its sleeve, being careful to only touch it by the edges, placing it on the turntable and delicately...oh so delicately placing the needle on the blank edge and letting it find its way to the music.
The music...it could be Mahler or Rimsky-Korsakov, Verdi or Rod Stewart, The Stones, the Doors, Bessie Smith, or the Beatles. or even Uzbeck Sheep-shearing songs or the Don Cossacks.
I LOVED my Vinyl.