However, I haven’t been able to use my new record player until last weekend, when I finally borrowed my mom’s old albums: Doobie Brothers, Bob Dylan, Rolling Stones, Mammas and Pappas, Beach Boys. The list goes on.
And as I sat in my living room, tossing my hair around, incense tickling my nose, I had an epiphany: there’s something magical about listening to music on a record.
Where did all the vinyls go?
Bring Back the Vinyl, Man!
As I danced around my kitchen to “Long Train Runnin'” by the Doobies, I couldn’t help but wonder: how would The Black Keys or Goyte sound drifting from my record player?
And that’s when I decided, I want to start a movement to bring back the vinyls!
Imagine dimming the lights and burning some candles while playing “Time of Your Life” by Greenday, or “Dani California” from the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Or kickin’ back in a beach hut while “Wicked Game” by Chris Isaak spins on a nearby table.
This is a public dare to every record company out there. Who will be the first to step up and bring back the vinyl?
There’s Just Something About Records that INSPIRE
Maybe it’s the nostalgia that they inherently coax from underneath; or maybe it’s the raw, uncanny voices of the singer/songwriter era that whisper to my muse.
But heck, listening to those vinyls makes me wanna WRITE.
And this is why I want record companies to bring ’em back. Like I said, when will I be able to enjoy The Black Keys drifting from my player? While sitting next to candlelight, my laptop computer on my knees, pounding away the next great American novel …
DO YOU AGREE? Would you like to see a return of the record? Do vinyls inspire you to write, or create art?