Sigh . . . Feeling dem fooking Monday Blues & has got me reminiscing bout them care free student days. When all me had to do to perk me fooking spirits up was to head out to the nearest record emporiums & grab a slice or two of fresh vinyl.
Hey, me isn't against the download revolution, the frequency which me posts download links here should attest to that. It just isn't the same somehow. Previously, going on a record-hunting trip was something to look forward to, flicking thru the racks with all dem 12" & brightly coloured sleeves was just a joy to behold. And when you've picked yer LPs, EPs or maxi-singles, you head on home to yer already-warmed up amplifier & turntable. You peel off the shrink wrapping & stick on the vinyl on the turntable & carefully place the stylus on the opening groove. You sit back as the opening crackle, pop & hiss gives way to warm, melodious sounds that you could only experience via vinyl.
Me guess this is the closest you'll get a bloke like me to wax lyrical about the joys of shopping! Sorry fer this dripping-in-fooking-nostalgia posting but you know when you hear the old timers say, "they just don't make em like they used to". Know what, they're fooking right . . .
ps: Do share yer fond memories of record shopping here - fave shops, vinyl-care tips & what do you miss bout old time music storage formats (anyone remember dem fooking gigantic 8-track catridges?) etc.