I have been obsessed with getting my own record player ever since I saw my parents’ record collection coming down from our attic a few years ago.
A year ago last Christmas this dream of mine came true, along with the start of my very own record collection.
To me, a record is one of the most precious forms of music we have. They had me hooked from the first time I heard the wonderfully satisfying crackling noise coming from the speakers, that anticipation before the tracks begin.
The fact that records have returned to the public eye and are actually selling is probably one of my favourite things to have happened over the recent years. Seeing current artists releasing records is super cool because it gets younger generations involved in the vinyl world too.
I mean, people are actually going out and buying records now. Supermarkets stock them again for the first time in ages. We’re seeing soundtracks as records, the classics making a comeback, and just people’s love of music coming out to play once again.
My record player is a luxury to me, an object that I miss dearly when being in university. Not bringing it with me was a choice I made to make sure it wouldn’t get ruined. But the weekends I am home are ones where I wake up on a Saturday morning pick out 2 or 3 of the records that I’ve missed a little bit more than the others – it varies weekly – and either lay in bed hypnotised by the music playing over me or dance around my room in an oversized pyjama top.
But I suppose the only downside to this is when you dance a little too hard and make the vinyl jump. Both Oasis albums of mine have ended up coming to this fate. A little scratch never hurt anyone though and I know exactly when to expect it now.
It’s when you get more than one scratch that the issue properly arrises but it wouldn’t be a record if you didn’t get the odd jump here and there. It’s what makes a vinyl so unique I suppose, having to care for it and look after it more than you would a CD or any other modern music format.
I’d like to think that others are starting to dust off their records and playing them again because I feel as though a record means so much more than if you were to listen to it online.
Like I mentioned, a record isn’t just a form of music that you can get at a touch of a button and you have to look after it to get the best result out of it. It may cost a little more than a CD but you’re paying for the artwork involved on the sleeve, the actual vinyl itself and the experience of placing the needle on the edge and watching it spin as the first track begins. To me, all of that is worth the extra couple of pennies.
Song of the day: Go Your Own Way – Fleetwood Mac
Why? ‘Rumours’ was one of the first records that I had listened too and even though all the songs are wonderfully amazing, ‘Go Your Own Way’ is a classic in its self.