The other thing I want to mention about all this is the sensual dimension of playing an LP. This is something that people raised on CDs would probably know nothing of, and which people raised on LPs have probably forgotten. There was a special connection with the music that came of looking at that disc and seeing the grooves on the record that actually physically represented the sounds you were about to hear, and there was an added sensory dimension of seeing, hearing, and feeling that needle grinding away on the surface of the record, grinding out your chosen music. Even the hisses and pops audible during quiet passages and between songs were part of the complete sensory experience.
Now lest you should think I’m all too stuck in the old technology of the past, let me state this clearly: I love my CDs. I love the fabulous sound quality and ease of operation. I have no desire to go back to my turntable and LPs. But I wanted to offer you this window on the past in the hope that it might resonate in some way for you. And by the way, while you’re out Christmas shopping, gift certificates to music stores are always a fine gift in my world! Come to think of it, I no longer own the Beatles Hey Jude album . . .