So, for Christmas I got a turntable. Yeah, that's right. An old-school, with the needle and the belt and the two-sided records, turntable.
As I sit here listening to a copy of Highway 61 Revisited on vinyl that has to be at least 30 years old, I can't help but think that all of you old-timers didn't have it very bad at all. There's something magical (yeah, that's right, magical), about hearing the needle scratch the surface of the record and hearing the music, the actual music, not just data on a disc, come out.
Hell, what's wrong with me? I just turned sixteen and I'm reminiscing about the "good old days". Guess I'm just a child of the sixties at heart, or some sh*t like that.
They sure don't do it like they used to.
Edited, Dec 28th 2006 12:59am by DodoBird