(The year 2020 marks my 50th birthday. Leading up to the day (22nd November), I’m planning on writing a blog entry for each year, picking a song or an album from then that I love, talking a bit about why, and giving it some context in my life)
Ok, so we’re going to have the conversation about vinyl. I know it’s boring, and such a tired, old man thing to discuss, but we are going to go there. I love vinyl. I always have, ever since I was a child. And like many, I’m super glad it is now the norm for artists to release records again.
For me, it never really went away, although to be honest I always bought my music depending on what was the most convenient vessel in which to play it. Most of the vinyl I bought during my formative years were singles, on the whole 12″ records, and I didn’t buy all that many albums. I tended to get cassettes, because I used to like listening to tapes on my Walkman. Then I bought CD’s, as I could stick them on in my car.
But I always had a hooked up record player, up until 13 years ago when I had a daughter and ran out of space. I sold quite a lot of my rarer records then, making quite a lot of money, mostly old limited 12″ singles that were long out of print. But I still bought records, as I always prefer to have a physical copy of something.
This goes back to my youth, when my dad would listen to records and I would sit at his feet, usually looking at the artwork. I have talked on this blog before about Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds, and how entranced I became by the pictures on the sleeve. Out of the Blue by ELO had a similar effect. Even to this day, part of the joy of the postman bringing another package is getting the artwork as well as the music, and I’m pleased to see that people are starting to put thought again into how covers look, not just how the small avatar within Spotify might draw the eye.
Plus records look nice. In my mind, there is nothing more tactile than a rack full of records to flick through, to see what’s inside. Its just a pleasant experience, unmatched by anything else. The fact we can do that again in shops is a big thrill.
I’m been quite blessed though in that even though I live in a very normal, domestic part of the Home Counties, there are fantastic record shops on my doorstep. The town in which I live has this curious little shop that is crammed with old, battered records, some as cheap as a pound. My absolute favourite though, and possibly my favourite shop in the whole world, is The Record Shop in Amersham, barely 4 miles from my front door. I have been frequenting the premises since my teens, and owner Graham has been there all those years. I love browsing through the racks, well stocked with new records and thousands of second hand titles. He is a legend in my eyes, has taken thousands off me over the years, none of which I be-grudge.
And so my choice for 2015. This was released solely on vinyl in a limited run of 250 copies, and I was so excited to get one. I love Teleman, and consider this to be one of their best songs. The sheer audacity to give such a wonderful song this tiny, limited release is impressive, the amount of radio play it achieved at the time showing what a great little pop track it is. It bounces along gloriously, the equal of any eighties synth track.
So yes, long may vinyl continue. Sure, there is something a little “beard and cardigan” about it, but who cares. Buying records makes me happy, and surely in this crazy world, anything that achieves this is a good thing.