When I was having my senior moment the other day, one of the places I looked for my non-existent Eagles compilation was in the cellar. We had a bit of a clear out down there just before Christmas and found all sorts of stuff.
I say we when actually I mean Mrs P – I was conveniently out of the house at the time. Among other things, she moved our overflow bookcase from one wall to another and hidden behind it were various boxes that we must have ‘walled’ in when we first moved here fifteen years ago.
Quite a few of them contained my stuff, the collected detritus of my life that Mrs P considers rubbish which I’d unfairly thought that she had secretly disposed of them as ‘lost in transit’ when we moved (I was careful not to voice my suspicions out loud). And in another was the missing portion of our shared vinyl collection.
To be honest, I hadn’t really missed them because for many years we didn’t have a record player to play them on, but then a few years ago, Miss P bought us one as a joint Christmas present, and by then, of course, we had no idea where the vinyl was.
The very first record I pulled out of the box was Bowie’s Aladdin Sane which obviously is a sign if I could only make out what it means. Probably that I shouldn’t read too much into happenstance.
I mention this because I was surprised to hear on the news that the sale of vinyl records is on the up, not to mention those of record players, which probably isn’t surprising since the buyers of the former will obviously need the latter to play them on.
Apparently, this upward trend for vinyl is partly explained by the likes of Adele and Taylor Swift releasing albums on old-fashioned plastics. Both strike me has being pretty clued up when it comes to making money, so I can’t see them wasting it by releasing music in a format that there isn’t a demand for. ($800 a ticket to see Adele in concert, sheesh)
It seems then that the world, or at least that part of it that likes to spin a disc, is turning its back on the technology of CDs, MP3s, iTunes, Spotify etc in favour of the crackle pop and hiss of needle in groove. I think I should explain to Mrs P that throwing out my collection of cassettes and VHS tapes is not a good idea, at least not just yet.