I got into vinyl since I was maybe 10 years old, mostly due to the fact that LP's were the ONLY way to listen to quality music. 8 track tapes were fading away, cassettes were the yuppies medium, and all-in-one console systems were more common than molested boys at a Michael Jackson slumber party

. My sisters had these all-in-ones and a lot of Barbara Streisand, Neil Diamond, Jim Croche, etc records. I would sneak in while they were away and listen to the records. Other than listening to my crappy AM table radio, this was the closest to a real performance that I had heard. My dad noticed my interest in audio gear when he found my collection of Stereo Review magazines that I asked my mom to take a subscription out for me. He bought me my first reciever - a Realistic SRS-22. God I looved that machine. All steel, 22 watts per channel. I still can not find one on eBay!! I found a nice Pioneer cassette in a pawn shop and was able to buy that and dub my sister's records to tape to listen to music on my system. After that, I saved my pennies, hocked a bunch of stuff and searched pawn shops for gear (can you imagine a 10 year old boy shopping at pawn shops for gear?). I found a Yamaha PX-3 turntable at a pawn shop. At that moment my love affair for the pursuit of high fidelity began. I purchaced a Shure VR-V cart, bought records, and my bro gave me a pair of Marantz speakers for my birthday. I was hooked with a desease that would scar me deeper than any crack-head's reused needle! When CD's came in, I succumbed to the "easier and better" allure of that format. Years passed - 25 of them, and my old flame was re-kindled when I unpacked my old records that had been collecting dust in the attic. Neglected and dirty I cleaned them and was enamoured once again by the delicatness of the vinyl, the feel of the grooves on my fingers, and by the thought of the foreplay that always ensued after the record was removed from it's sleeve. It was a ritual that I never had repeated with the coldness of CD's. No tracking adjustments, no counter-weights. The CD generation lacked this obsession and replaced it with a "just skip the foreplay and press my button" style that really never did it for me. I made a decision to go back to my first love, I knew it was always there (first loves never really die, they just wait for you to return). Do I feel like I'm cheating on my CD counterparts? Maybe just a little bit. But I've always been a hands-on kinda guy. I need to give as well as recieve. My records not only show me love, but also allow me to fullfill my needs and return the love. I think we've all made a deciecion that we can live in happy harmony with each other - the records, the CD's, and myself. It's an amazing relationship, this tug between analog and digital.
Whew!!!.....I need to go and take a shower now. I feel like I just got done writing a Joan Collin's romance novel.
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