I bought a CD the other day.
Good disk - Suzy Bogguss "Swing" - her cover of "Comes Love" is a sexy, cozening treat like a wink from a stripper...
But it got me thinking about the LAST music I received, Madeline Peyroux's "Careless Love". I love the disk, love the thoughtful friends who downloaded it to me, and as much as I enjoy certain hard-to-get music, it made me wonder why I don't download more.
What I realized, as I thought about this, is that in some ways I'm a crusted old tawny conservative, and music is one of them. I actually miss vinyl albums; not for the sound (which was mediocre at best and a popping, hissing ugliness at worst) or the turntable needed to play them (a huge unmoving Slorg, brittle and cranky and fussy).
I miss them purely for the tactile enjoyment. The same way I enjoy CDs more than downloads; the liner notes, the photos and the odd pastiches the artists create to go with their music. The lyrics, helping me to understand that what Cindy Wilson says is "Tin roof! Rusted." and not "Hen-ry! Busted."All that and especially the cover art, an art form in itself. Some of the great moments in my past have been illustrated by great album covers.
So downloading's great. But I think I'll resign myself to being one of those irritating geezers, forever bloviating about how great the music used to be.
OK, not ABBA. Never.
But you know the story. Sad old bastard.