*Photo of my multiple options to listen to David Bowie’s ‘Aladdin Sane’ taken by your intrepid blogger… and yes, I put my LPs in plastic sleeves… and I forgot to take it off for the photo so it looks like I’m suffocating Bowie with a Dry Cleaning bag…
I don’t know where it came from, this need – or perhaps it’s better described as a compulsion – to “own” music. Perhaps it was the influence of my younger brother – and when do we ever get influenced by a younger brother vs an older brother – who, by the time I started collecting albums at the age of 13 or 14, had already built an extensive collection of albums. He owned mostly Beatles, George Harrison and Doors albums back then. It was the late 70s and he was a 60s DJ. Whenever I walked by his room, vinyl was spinning and music filled the air. I remember, once music captured me in it’s magic siren’s spell, there was no question I was going to start buying records. Maybe it was the influence of radio, once I turned the dial from baseball games on AM to rock n roll on FM. I’d hear a song and long to hear it again and just hated waiting. Maybe I just decided to cut out the middle man – local rock station KY102 in my case – and go directly to my very own turntable. Regardless of why, that decision to buy Some Girls by the Stones all those years ago began a life long love affair with rock n roll for me…
There were other options available in terms of music formats back in the late 70s when I started buying vinyl. Cassettes were big. I actually bought a couple of albums on cassette – which I regretted later – AC/DC’s Highway To Hell and Pete Townshend’s Empty Glass. I thought the cassettes might lend some audio advantage… they didn’t. Of course they could be played in the car and were considerably more portable. Cassettes, for me, were more of a Mix-Tape experience, buying blank cassettes and recording songs in creative sequences sourced from my vinyl LPs…or other people’s vinyl. Borrowing albums and cassettes was a crude, early form of “file sharing,” I suppose? Although even when I started driving my parent’s car, they didn’t have a cassette player in the Oldsmobile. I’d carry my boom box in the back seat.
There were also 8-track tapes still available. My buddy Brewster owned Cheap Trick’s Live At Budokan on 8-track – he’d play it in the car on the way to school – and I’m not sure I ever really knew the running order of that album until years later. 8-tracks were for aliens so I shied away from them. For me, it was all about that vinyl. I wanted that 12.375 inch by 12.375 inch album cover. I wanted to stare at the album art and read the lyrics and liner notes while I cranked my tunes. I was a student in the temple of musical delights. Although admittedly, I had this weird rule where I’d only buy an album if I liked 3 tracks on the record… I’d been burned one too many times by albums with one great song and the rest filler. Looking back, the number 3 seems terribly arbitrary.
By the time I got out of college I had not one, but two record crates full of albums. I’d purchased the record crates at Peaches Records and hammered them together myself…they weren’t terribly sturdy but I had them until I was in my 30s, schlepping them from apartment to apartment. But by the time I paraded across the stage to receive my college diploma the world of music was radically changing. CDs had come along. I remember being in a used record store and they had a portable CD player chained to the counter by the cash register (used record stores were mostly a cash business back then, ahem), and I listened to the clean, pristine sound of whatever they were sampling. My verdict, which I announced loudly to anyone who would listen, was that CDs were a “fad” like 8-tracks and would never gain any traction. This is why you should never listen to me when predicting the future.
By the time I had been exiled to Ft. Smith, Arkansas CDs were everywhere. You could still buy vinyl, but CDs were gaining market share rapidly. To add salt in my vinyl wounds, CDs often had a bonus track or two, much the same way cassettes occasionally did to entice you to make the move to that format. I found a new rock n roll friend in Ft Smith when I met Arkansas Joel. He was a gadget guy and so was all in on CDs. Cleaner sound, no pops and hisses, and portable so you can take them with you in the car – CDs were the wave of the future according to Joel. I finally succumbed to his peer pressure – he really wanted me to buy CDs so he could record them – and purchased a CD player. My first CD was yet again, the Stones, but this time it was Steel Wheels. After that I followed everybody else and shifted my buying focus to CDs which led me to buy The White Album and so many other LPs again.
I actually liked CDs. You still had the album artwork and the lyrics. There was a huge market for used CDs. If I was kind of into a band – maybe I’d heard a song or two I liked – but wasn’t sure about the band or which LP to buy, I’d buy it used on CD. If I didn’t like it, I’d sell it and pick out something else. And record stores started putting listening stations at the end of the CD rows so you could sample a new record prior to buying it. That went a long way to ending my “three songs” rule. I remember buying the Red Hot Chili Peppers LP One Hot Minute, which is a weird starting point on the Peppers, and loving it. I picked up Blood Sugar Sex Magik at a used CD store because I still wasn’t “sure” about them and couldn’t believe I hadn’t gotten into them earlier. Wary still it took me a good half hour of listening to Californication at the end cap listening station in a Barnes & Noble before I took the plunge.
Eventually I met the Rock Chick and I’m embarrassed to admit she got me to start selling off albums. Usually it was the ones I’d repurchased on CD. I succumbed but only around the edges of my collection. In truth I sold records I wasn’t listening to more often than ones I’d repurchased in the different formats. I sold a lot of Greatest Hits albums as I’d collected most of the songs on the albums and CDs I’d purchased. I regret selling a lot of those but as they say, marriage is a compromise. Between the Rock Chick and I we had a lot of CDs. A lot. I was beginning to worry about storage but I figured as long as we lived in a house with a guest room, I’d have a living space I could cannibalize for music storage… although admittedly I never had that conversation with the Rock Chick and I’m not sure it would have ended in my favor. Not many conversations with the Rock Chick end in my favor now that I really think about it.
Around this time the music industry changed again and Apple invented the iPod. Oh, we all loved the iPod. Luckily I could pull MP3’s off my CDs and put them on my iPod. It was called “ripping” a CD. I even figured out how to download the artwork. The good news about MP3’s was it solved my storage issues. I wasn’t going to have to put up giant CD racks in the guest room and hope the Rock Chick didn’t notice. We built quite a music file over here at B&V. Between the CDs we ripped, and new purchases by me and the Rock Chick our musical universe exploded. Then my daughter got into the game and suddenly I had everything from the Stones and Springsteen to Christmas music (the Rock Chick is indeed Mrs. Claus), and Lil Wayne (my daughter). I never got into that whole Napster file sharing thing but I must admit I dabbled on Limewire. Usually it was only for that rare B-side or live track I couldn’t find anywhere else. I used Limewire the same way I did the listening stations in the CD store, as a way to check out an album. If I liked the songs I’d downloaded, I’d go buy the album. I wanted the artist to get paid for creating this beautiful music. Recently, Apple changed iTunes to an app simply named “Music” and I can no longer plug my old iTouch into the computer and manually manage my music files. I could do it via Bluetooth, but it apparently would load all the music we have onto my iTouch. First, it wouldn’t fit and more importantly I don’t want Xmas music or Lil Wayne, I just want my rock n roll and my playlists. So after 20 years of buying albums on Apple, now I’m at a standstill. I can’t use my phone, it belongs to my corporate masters. I can’t update or change my iTouch… I can’t even buy new LPs and add them to my iTouch which seems like a faulty business model, although admittedly the folks down at Apple seem to know what they’re doing?
As folks who have read our posts containing playlists, I too joined the “streaming revolution.” It seems that’s why Apple ended my ability to update my (old technology) iTouch. I’m on Spotify which was an unfortunate choice. But I typically have used Spotify again, as a sampler. Listen to the record and then buy it if I like it. It’s a useful tool for me. The Rock Chick is all in on Spotify and listens in her car. I just don’t think I can go all in on streaming, it’s just not the same as owning the album. I began to buy used albums again a few years ago. And I have loved getting back into vinyl. However, the price tags on the new albums are prohibitive. Peter Gabriel’s latest, i/o, came in two mixes. To purchase the CD or download it on my home computer is $20. To purchase both mixes on quadruple LP is $80. Hey man, even I have limits. I’m not a huge audiophile but I do think everything sounds better than streaming. I encourage all music fans to consume music in the fashion they most enjoy and for most folks I guess that’s streaming.
But I must admit I find myself at a crossroads. Pearl Jam’s Dark Matter comes out on April 19th. I love the title track, by the way. If I download the album – because I certainly want Pearl Jam to get paid and I want to own the album, I have all the rest of them – I can listen in my home office but nowhere else. If I buy it on vinyl it’s sure to cost a fortune, but at least I can crank it on my stereo. I can buy it on CD but those don’t really have the cache with the Rock Chick that LPs do… yes, she’s finally become a vinyl-head like me. And I guess this goes back to my first sentence, I have a compulsion to own music. Just having access to an album on Spotify doesn’t scratch the itch for me. I need that album or CD to hold in my hand, or the ability to pull the album up on my iTouch on command. When I started collecting music we all judged each other on our music taste. If you weren’t into rock n roll there was something wrong with you. Hell, if you were into the wrong music or artists we thought there was something wrong with you. Buying albums and sharing my collection with people is central to who I am.
And so I’ve taken this whole journey with music, from albums to CDs, to MP3s, sort of to streaming… and then back to used vinyl. Where I’ll go from here now that my MP3 era is over, remains a mystery. I can’t afford all the new vinyl I want, there are great LPs on the way (Lenny Kravitz, the Black Keys, the Black Crowes, the aforementioned Pearl Jam, Liam Gallagher/John Squire to name a few) and streaming doesn’t do it. I tried to explain this to the Rock Chick the other night over martinis and it might have been the martinis, but I don’t think she understood what I was talking about. I don’t know if others out there are like me, and feel this compulsion to buy records, but if you do, how do you plan to go forward collecting music? CDs, shelling out for vinyl? Or have you embraced this whole streaming thing? I suppose next we’ll all just have a chip in our head where we can call up music my tapping our temples… Count me in I guess?
However you’re getting your music, good for you for continuing to listening to your rock n roll. It’s taken twists and turns but my love affair with rock n roll will continue until they bury me with my copy of Exile On Mainstreet. Keep cranking those tunes folks, it’s a long dark ride… at least we can rock n roll to the finish line.
Cheers!