On our honeymoon at the Hacienda Hot Springs Inn, I was thrilled to find boxes and boxes of old albums and a nice little turntable
to spin them on on which to spin them.
Gal often jokes that my favorite music is by people who are dead. I'll leave that alone, because they aren't even mostly dead.
Much of my favorite music is old, I'll give her that.
But we found some of Gal's favorites there in the old records, too.
An interesting thing about vinyl records that many people might not know or remember, but they are only about 20 minutes per side, and they don't flip themselves. ...or repeat endlessly. They just stop.
There's no "background music" when you have a turntable and a box of albums. You are engaged in every song, from the selecting the platter, dropping the needle, to flipping it over.
Scratches, clicks, and hisses are part of the fun; you can hear them when you transfer your vinyl to CDs. But, there's no substitute for the experience of digging through boxes of albums and putting them through their paces.