It’s been years, maybe decades, since I have blissed out in the highest of highs while listening to music. That zone when the music is all there is, dominating all senses, and is “really” good.
As a teen in my room, air drumming to an 80s club remix. In my 20s, dancing at a rave. 90s club remixes on a stony living room floor, or a 6 year old listening to In A Gadda Da Vida with my father. And now, from picking up treasures at thrift and other record stores.
These ultra-highs happen – maybe only happen – when listening to AAA 100% analog music. Either turntables or live performance, but rarely if ever with digitized music. Don’t get me wrong, I love the advantages of digital, but it took away something lovely that has now returned. I love analog music and the tremendous feelings it inspires.
And it only costs a few dollars, and has no unpleasant side effects. Dear government, please do not make vinyl records illegal.
