I like vinyl as an experience of listening to music. I’ve not been convinced by the idea that it is warmer sounding per se, or that it sounds better due to less compression. Something other people can hear, I suppose.
What I take from the experience I’d best describe as holistic; the act of opening it up, wiping dust carefully off with a sleeve of whatever clothing nearby, painfully lowering the needle as the warped disc begins its initial rotations, watching it rise and fall undulating like the ocean from beach level.
I end up paying more attention to the music. Streaming, or on CD, a few songs can whirr or buffer by, easily I don’t notice the transition from one song to the next. I can see there’s loads of songs, who cares! Yet, on vinyl I have to watch that shit incase I don’t want to fuck it up y’know. It’s delicate.
So it has my attention more, I learn the songs faster, I start preferring sides, the track order builds appreciation: the first one, the middle couple, that side with one long song I can meditate to for 22 minutes. The flow of the record reveals itself with evermore clarity. This is a curated experience by an artist you like. Dig in to it.
With vinyl I believe the musician’s decision-making from top to bottom, from packaging, colours, weight, production becomes more apparent, and in this medium you place yourself in the best position to appreciate it.
In this post we have Roland Kirk playing Kirk in Copenhagen dating back to 1964 and it is top drawer jazz. A multi-instrumentalist who could play several instruments at once, oh yes. He makes you and I look pretty weak.