A few months ago a thought struck me -- now that the world is going digital and music is increasingly stored on hard drives instead of in your CD tower, the time honoured tradition of going through your parent's music collection is forever altered. It will consist of looking at file names in a browser window, instead of poring over big album covers. That weirded me out; the subtle way in which change asserts itself.
So I set about to reinsert some vinyl music into my life. Fortuitously, a guy at work was replacing his record player with a new model and offered me his old one. There wasn't really anything wrong with it, he just wanted a new toy. I wasted no time getting it home and hooking it up... And launched an afternoon of drinking beers, going through albums and playing tunes. Bloody good times! The hiss and pop was goddamn lovely. That is how the Who should be enjoyed.
I love progress in it's own way, but really, we should never be in a hurry to forget where we came from. So fifteen years from now, young Sawyer can paw through his old man's record collection and wonder who the hell are "Tones on Tail"? Well, let's put 'em on and find out!
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