This blog is a string of thoughts about various music purchases I've made o'er the last few decades. It exists because a strain of commentary about music has been infiltrating my online ramblings and has begun to nag. Instead of putting wildly irrelevant posts into my other blogs about film or comics etc I've started this one.
The title is lifted from Blondie's second album which I liked at the time for its self-reflexive joke and punning (like the Beatles' Revolver). Their difficult second album was in fact probably their most consistent and still gets an outing on a fairly regular basis with my ears. Also, it hints at my lack of fetishism for vinyl or the artifact of the LP record.
I am unsentimental about technology and don't care a great deal about the container of the music I listen to beyond the convenience it offers. Thus when I could afford a cd player I began to think of how I would get rid of all my vinyl. When flac appeared I planned on dispersing my cd collection among my friends and local op shops. While I will have and indulge in some nostalgia about slip cases and label art my concentration will be on music.
What I won't be doing is bemoaning the passing of the analogue era. I compose and record music and have done since the early 80s and have never been convinced of the claimed superiority of analogue audio over digital. Well mastered music sounds good in the real world whatever its source. Sorry, that's just true. When the Beatles released their entire album back catalogue in high def on a usb stick a few years ago that's the one I chose, not the big cd coffin or the more recently released deep dish vinyl box that would turn in slow physical suicide over the years, getting noisier and noisier with each play.
I might well have lost readers already with that but my primary concern here is what comes out of the speakers not the packaging of the medium.
Anyway...
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