I like to hold it in my hands, smell it, look at it, admire its beauty. And them slip it on carefully. Sit back and enjoy the auditory pleasure rush.
Of course I am talking about listening to vinyl records.
How can you feel the funk when your ipod has 10,000 songs?
Who the fuck wants to listen to 10,000 songs?
If the future is no more cd's or vinyl, and no more cover art, and no more liner notes, I am going to be very sad.
Of course I am talking about listening to vinyl records.
How can you feel the funk when your ipod has 10,000 songs?
Who the fuck wants to listen to 10,000 songs?
If the future is no more cd's or vinyl, and no more cover art, and no more liner notes, I am going to be very sad.
The quiet "swoosh" as the needle follows the lead-in spiral is the foreplay for that rush...