![]() ![]() He sits back and actually listens to the record all the way through, reading the lyrics, absorbing the artwork and the liner notes. He gently lifts the stylus and places the needle on the record.Īfter a few faint crackles and pops, the music bursts forth from the speakers with a power and warmth long since forgotten in the wake of digital music’s clean, compressed sound. He hears a dim hum and places the twelve-inch disc on the platter, making sure it’s set to 33 1/3 RPM. The turntable, long neglected, plugs right into the receiver. ![]() He chooses one he played a thousand times way back when - one he replaced with a CD and later with a digital download - and gazes fondly at the cover art, instantly transported back to a time when music had tangible value, when it moved him in an intensely personal way. Somewhere there is a strong whiff of dust as an intrepid music connoisseur, missing the deep personal connection he had with certain albums of his youth and weary of the poor quality of streaming and lossy MP3 files, digs a long-forgotten stack of records out of his closet. ![]()
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