You're right. It's just not the same listening to Hendrix, Led Zep, Revolver, or Peter, Paul and Mary on CD remasters.
There are thing that remain permanent features of the mind's labrynthine passageways and pigeonholes. Like that big, annoying scratch that goes all the way through Midnight Rambler because you were one (well, okay, two) over the line one night at the ripe old age of 18.
Ahh, the look and feel of a brand new vinyl 33-1/3, straight out of the paper (or, in some cases, plastic) inner wrapper. The satisfying thunk as the needle hits the first groove and settles in. |
