What is it about vinyl that makes music so much more enjoyable? Their sound is hardly crisp, not even close to as pitch and tone perfect as digital sound, but maybe that's why I love it. It's that oft-described sound of bacon frying that just makes what you're listening to seem somehow more authentic. Also, they just seem precious. I know (from experience, sadly) that, in this day and age, losing a large collection of Mp3s is very possible, which is tragic - meltdown-worthy even. But to scratch a record is sacrilegious.
As children, my sister and I shared a room, and somehow inherited an old record player complete with a collection of child-appropriate vinyl; we loved it (my fave: The Irish Rovers)! We both share the same appreciation for that unmistakable sound of vinyl. So, when my little sister asked me if I'd like to accompany her on a vinyl hunting excursion, I couldn't resist.
We're heading out this weekend to see what we can find. Luckily, I happen to live nearby many of Toronto's recovered vinyl shops.
On our shopping list:
The Blues - like: Muddy Waters, Lil' Walter, Lightin' Hopkins, John Lee Hooker, Skip James, Howlin' Wolf, Sun House...
Folk - like: Bobby D (obv.), The Weavers, either Guthrie (Woody or Arlo), Cohen, Lightfoot, The Band...
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