It's these three for me (though I do much less of option B than I used to). I guess there's a bit of the collectro mentality in there as well, but only a bit. I'm not nearly as hardcore about it as other dudes are.
1. Low self-esteem 2. Unhappy in relationship 3. Peer pressure 4. Unable to admit to obsessive personality 5. Easy substitute for solving other real-world issues such as work and self-improvement
I like to hear new and interesting things! Listening!
I always have, always will. Just because I can.
Thank you.
Sometimes, between reading Soul Strut and going to record shows, it's easy to forget that some people buy records without any intent to sell, sample or collect. So, to those who still buy records just so they can hear some good music, more power to ya!
This breakbeat shit has got to get old and musty sometime.
1. Low self-esteem 2. Unhappy in relationship 3. Peer pressure 4. Unable to admit to obsessive personality 5. Easy substitute for solving other real-world issues such as work and self-improvement
Got the love of music from my mom in pre-teen years. Have collected since Jr. High in the mid-80s. Played in bands, appeared on records, helped put a coule out as well. Enjoy listening, enjoy collecting, enjoy looking at the cover art, enjoy reading about records, etc.
1. Low self-esteem 2. Unhappy in relationship 3. Peer pressure 4. Unable to admit to obsessive personality 5. Easy substitute for solving other real-world issues such as work and self-improvement
At first, merely presumed most music listened to over the years was typically or exclusively found on vinyl. Having the typical, mainstream music sucks! teenage experience helped further develop that presumption. Later, it won the battle into the 21st century proving itself to be the only format for music that didn't get trashed in the car. It was also discovered as the only commodity my frivilous spending habit in had also veiled value, a type of luxury my paranoia for irresponsibility was found only comfortable with purchasing slightly larger amounts of pot.
Somewhere though, I got on board for the memories. For a broken home, records provided me a retreat to part of my childhood where an era of sounds delivered enormous power over my sensory perceptions. The aesthetics attributed to vinyl and its days just hit me with an all encompasing feeling of warmth. I can only pinpoint and trace it back to a place, chilling by the window, hitting keys on the piano, stretching to reach the foot pedals, to records being played all day on the hi-fi; in the living room, with albums leaned out on the brown rug, in that 2nd floor apartment on the dead end street, that held all the fixtures of that brief experience of a family intact. Records are one of the biggest constants known in my life, and it must certainly hold this place of consistency for others though didn't see it mentioned.
And not to be on the sappy or poetic tip either, just more on a meditation that, in wake of every generations penchant to indulge in retro posturing, one can find the depth of that fascination for analog and vintage audibles somewhere in their soul. The task of sampling those pieces of them feels to me like a part of its expression. I'm the furthest thing from an audiophile and wield cheap and digital all the time but that feeling and that place...I understand why nobody hauls a rhodes around nowadays when you can play a patch, back in the day my father played drums in a group with a rhodes player who was so good, when I hear the real sound I'm floored and it takes me back. I have an affliction for sampled strings from 70s studios because of stimming from records and I know real strings sound better, the difference between sampled strings and real strings to me is just as apparent as a real rhodes and a rhodes patch, the thing is I am in love with the sound of sampled strings thanks to the 70s. A rhodes patch totally sounds like shit to me and you ain't taking me to the same place the real thing does. Sampled strings get me feeling it almost more than Grisha himself. So my sources tell me Its gotta be psychological
a) sampling b) djing c) listening d) hoarding/collecting e) the grip and flip/ebay
i do all of these. like one month im just copping samples, another im building up inventory for ebay.
a) Yep. b) Sometimes. c) No Doubt. d) Yeah, although I have been cutting back quite a bit, and I am becoming a lot more selective. Space is limited, so I can't just go out and buy everything I see. e) Yeah sometimes, but that is beginning to be a hassle. I hate eBay/Paypal, but sometimes ya gotta bite the bullet. I don't have air fare to go to Brazil, but I was able to outbid some folks to get that Ana Mazzotti record I always wanted. And sometimes I find a record that I'm not really on too strong, and it goes for cake, so I flip it.
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It's these three for me (though I do much less of option B than I used to). I guess there's a bit of the collectro mentality in there as well, but only a bit. I'm not nearly as hardcore about it as other dudes are.
2. Unhappy in relationship
3. Peer pressure
4. Unable to admit to obsessive personality
5. Easy substitute for solving other real-world issues such as work and self-improvement
The mating call of the truly addicted record collector.
Thank you.
Sometimes, between reading Soul Strut and going to record shows, it's easy to forget that some people buy records without any intent to sell, sample or collect. So, to those who still buy records just so they can hear some good music, more power to ya!
This breakbeat shit has got to get old and musty sometime.
tangible history.
(preparing for the societal collapse of y2k 2 & propietary binary code is obsolete.
I've used this rationale before. But my pop is still finishing off his Y2K rice and beans, so apparently we are a slow family in general.
Ha! It's like the digger's version of "I'm, like, soooooo drunk right now!"
you used to tell me it wos for the love
This is who I am, and if you can't deal with that and support me then I don't need you in my life
"OOOOHhhh u got mad records, oohhh u got Kanye on wax......"
"Where's your bathroom at?"
Later, it won the battle into the 21st century proving itself to be the only format for music that didn't get trashed in the car.
It was also discovered as the only commodity my frivilous spending habit in had also veiled value, a type of luxury my paranoia for irresponsibility was found only comfortable with purchasing slightly larger amounts of pot.
Somewhere though, I got on board for the memories. For a broken home, records provided me a retreat to part of my childhood where an era of sounds delivered enormous power over my sensory perceptions. The aesthetics attributed to vinyl and its days just hit me with an all encompasing feeling of warmth.
I can only pinpoint and trace it back to a place, chilling by the window, hitting keys on the piano, stretching to reach the foot pedals, to records being played all day on the hi-fi; in the living room, with albums leaned out on the brown rug, in that 2nd floor apartment on the dead end street, that held all the fixtures of that brief experience of a family intact.
Records are one of the biggest constants known in my life, and it must certainly hold this place of consistency for others though didn't see it mentioned.
And not to be on the sappy or poetic tip either, just more on a meditation that, in wake of every generations penchant to indulge in retro posturing, one can find the depth of that fascination for analog and vintage audibles somewhere in their soul. The task of sampling those pieces of them feels to me like a part of its expression.
I'm the furthest thing from an audiophile and wield cheap and digital all the time but that feeling and that place...I understand why nobody hauls a rhodes around nowadays when you can play a patch, back in the day my father played drums in a group with a rhodes player who was so good, when I hear the real sound I'm floored and it takes me back.
I have an affliction for sampled strings from 70s studios because of stimming from records and I know real strings sound better, the difference between sampled strings and real strings to me is just as apparent as a real rhodes and a rhodes patch, the thing is I am in love with the sound of sampled strings thanks to the 70s.
A rhodes patch totally sounds like shit to me and you ain't taking me to the same place the real thing does. Sampled strings get me feeling it almost more than Grisha himself. So my sources tell me Its gotta be psychological
a) sampling YYY
b) djing N
c) listening YYYY
d) hoarding/collecting YY
e) the grip and flip/ebay N (though i do pick up doubles for trade hopefulness)
2. Mixtapes
3. Used to make money off selling but havent been able to lately...long story
4. Never know what to expect on white labels hahah
but also....
a) Yep.
b) Sometimes.
c) No Doubt.
d) Yeah, although I have been cutting back quite a bit, and I am becoming a lot more selective. Space is limited, so I can't just go out and buy everything I see.
e) Yeah sometimes, but that is beginning to be a hassle. I hate eBay/Paypal, but sometimes ya gotta bite the bullet. I don't have air fare to go to Brazil, but I was able to outbid some folks to get that Ana Mazzotti record I always wanted. And sometimes I find a record that I'm not really on too strong, and it goes for cake, so I flip it.