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Post by Tim on Mar 21, 2023 14:26:09 GMT
I sold about 60% of my LP collection in the early 80s when I bought my first CD player . . . . biggest mistake I've ever made in my musical journey, huge! I thought I would feel the same way about selling my entire record collection. However, apart from a few pangs associated with the beauty of operation of my turntable, I really don't. It's not the media I was attached to, but the music. I took care to photograph the edges of my record shelves so that I could recall what I had. I have almost all the good stuff on Qobuz playlists now. It’s not so much the thing itself Martin, it’s what holding that thing does to me emotionally. Like when I picked up On The Border and think ‘Christine sold me this in Stamford Music Shop’ and the first time her hand brushed mine in the back of a car . . . absolutely electric. Mind blowing actually, as I always thought she was well above my pay grade (actually no, thinking about it now - she was well above my pay grade!) So they were/are time machines. Probably irrelevant these days, as most things seem to come through the mail. But I’m talking early 70s. Anyhoots, I’m sure it won’t matter, it was over 10-15 years before I realised it was a mistake and regretted it and we might be looking at care homes by then!
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Post by Slinger on Mar 21, 2023 14:54:07 GMT
I can relate to that, quite specifically. I ended up getting engaged to the girl who ran our local electrical retailers' record department (Remember when they had those? Yes? You're bloody ancient too then.) and she'd hold and interesting 45s for me. So, I look at the promo of John Otway's " Louisa On A Horse", or the aforementioned " Moonage Daydream" By The Arnold Corns, (just two f'rinstances) and think "Rosie sold me those". She was my second fiancée, by the way. We're still friends, but it was third time lucky. Minnie Ripperton's " Loving You" reminds me of my first fiancée, and being shut in Greenwich park after they closed the gates for the night. We're not still friends, but I did go out with her sister and her best friend afterwards, so... revenge is sweet? Right? There are more, obviously. Emmylou's " Gliding Bird" album reminds me of Rosie again, because it was her that first told me about it, and it also reminds me of Jeff, a.k.a. Clip, the guy who took over running James Asman's records in Canon Street after Dave Ruffy (The Ruts) left, because it was he who finally sourced an original copy for me, from the States, about six or seven years after I first mentioned it to him. Clip also used to give me the first option on any picture discs and coloured vinyl issues that came his way that he thought might interest me, so, loads of memories there too. Apart from some signed CDs I sourced via the artists concerned, I don't think there's a single CD that brings back memories that are anywhere near as vivid as those evinced by my vinyl. As for files, other than those I ripped from my vinyl collection,... Nada.
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Post by Tim on Mar 21, 2023 15:02:27 GMT
Yeah, I have oodles of signed music Paul, a good portion of my music has been bought directly from the artist at shows - maybe that's what makes a difference for me?
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Post by MartinT on Mar 21, 2023 15:19:56 GMT
Yep, you're both right of course and certain records trigger a very strong memory from the past. I had a single of Genesis' Many Too Many that was the strongest memory of my first fiancé, we actually danced to that on the jukebox in the basement of the Shakespeare Head in Carnaby Street.
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