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Once There Was a Tune (How to bury the lead at the bottom of a blog)

Yeah, the title was "borrowed" from Larry Norman. Once upon a time, not too long ago, but actually quite a while ago now, I used to write a lot. I liked to think I had something to say about the music I listened to and the musicians I admired..

I had a website and everything. Then, one day, there was an issue with my provider and I let my domain lapse. I wasn't too worried, I had my backups. However, a while ago, I discovered that my backups were corrupt and a decade's worth of content was gone. There are still bits and pieces of my musical reviewing hubris out there, but it's mostly just a happy memory now.

As I got older and less relevant, my passion for music remained, but I found myself further and further removed from anything current, and I really had nothing left to say. There were only so many ways to say "meh" when listening to a lot of new music.

When I was younger, I had a lot of records. To me, it was a lot, just under a thousand, collected mostly new, with a few used thrown in for fun. They took up a lot of room and eventually, through a terrible accident back in the nineties involving a crawl space and a broken sump pump, I was left with a couple of dozen salvaged records that sat in a box for a couple of decades, because I just didn't listen to my old records. When CDs came out, I jumped on that bandwagon, hard, to get away from the pops and clicks that drove me crazy, and for quite a few years, went a little crazy. I still have a couple of thousand hanging on shelves in my studio. They look impressive, but I have a little solid-state drive smaller than my mouse that holds all of it in digital form, and honestly, there's a lot of stuff that never gets played - a lot.

What I missed from my vinyl was the gatefold, the large cover, the liner notes, the readable lyric sheets, the credits, and the thank-you sections. What I didn't miss was the sound. Oh, I know there are those who will go on about the warmth and all that. Fine, you do that. I applauded the new kids who recorded in digital, then wanted a vinyl release. I became a grumpy old fart who loved to shit on those who were on the vinyl bandwagon, waving the vinyl flag.

Then, a couple of years ago, we finished the basement, and I set up my old stereo and turntable. I went looking for my little box of vinyl, and after blowing out a few spider skeletons and bits of dust, I set them up on a shelf. The few I had managed to save had special meaning, so I looked for something to put on. With a pop and a click and the occasional tick, I sat in my chair for 22 minutes and read along while the music played. I was transported back to a place and time when I was excited to hear things from start to finish. Then I had to get up and turn the record over and hear the rest. I still hated the clicks and pops, but there was something calming and familiar too. I let it slide. I just made it part of the experience

My wife noticed too, and immediately said, "You're not going to go out and collect records."

I sheepishly looked at her and pointed to the small area of available space on the shelf. "I won't," I assured her. My fingers were crossed.

I try not to get anything I already have on CD or digital, but I do on occasion. I don't buy new vinyl, unless I find older sealed stuff, but even then it's not often. What I look for are the clearance bins; the dollar store castoffs, the stuff that's been well-loved and is one step from a dumpster. I have a few cleaning systems at home, and while I'm no expert in water baths or solutions, ultrasonic tech, or vacuum systems, I have enough stuff to get things relatively clean. Sometimes I'm able to get things to where I can listen and enjoy, even with the clicks and pops that are inevitably still present.

It's my happy place.

I still get a giggle out of new vinyl releases and how expensive they are. I'm still a grumpy old fart in that regard who doesn't get it. But, I suppose if you're happy, I'm happy for you.

Me, I'm in the weeds looking for lost treasures and things I haven't heard from my youth. Lend me your ears, and I'll sing you a song... yeah, I borrowed that too.

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