I'm Starting to Miss Tangible Media
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There used to be a time when a new album was a big deal. There was a simple pleasure in saving up some cash from your first job, walking down to the music store and musing over the vinyl, tapes and those new-fangled CDs. You could bring your new purchase home and listen to the snapping as you tore back the plastic packaging and anticipated that new-music smell. Sometimes your favorite band would use a funky paper, or a unique packaging technique, or they had some tactile feature stamped into the printed paper that you could feel, you could actually feel it. Some bands would give you the lyrics, others still would write out chord progressions. It was awesome. I have friends who would spend hours reading every liner note while trying not to de-crease any of the folds in the booklets, memorizing the guest-bassist or the production managers of their favorite bands. I used to listen to the album straight-through, at least once, and pick the songs I would eventually feature in my mix tapes that I would listen to with my friends over the stereo. Now, kids don't save up cash, they use mom or dad's credit card, pre-programmed into iTunes. They don't walk to the store; they don't even have to leave their bedroom. You don't pick up albums or feel them in your hands and you don't talk to the store clerk to find out when the new album is coming in from your favorite band. You don't pull back packaging or run your fingers over the embossed surface of the cover art. Liner notes are lost. Mix tapes are playlists. Earphones have made music private. I miss the smell of new plastic. I guess I'm getting old.
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There used to be a time when a new album was a big deal. There was a simple pleasure in saving up some cash from your first job, walking down to the music store and musing over the vinyl, tapes and those new-fangled CDs. You could bring your new purchase home and listen to the snapping as you tore back the plastic packaging and anticipated that new-music smell. Sometimes your favorite band would use a funky paper, or a unique packaging technique, or they had some tactile feature stamped into the printed paper that you could feel, you could actually feel it. Some bands would give you the lyrics, others still would write out chord progressions. It was awesome. I have friends who would spend hours reading every liner note while trying not to de-crease any of the folds in the booklets, memorizing the guest-bassist or the production managers of their favorite bands. I used to listen to the album straight-through, at least once, and pick the songs I would eventually feature in my mix tapes that I would listen to with my friends over the stereo. Now, kids don't save up cash, they use mom or dad's credit card, pre-programmed into iTunes. They don't walk to the store; they don't even have to leave their bedroom. You don't pick up albums or feel them in your hands and you don't talk to the store clerk to find out when the new album is coming in from your favorite band. You don't pull back packaging or run your fingers over the embossed surface of the cover art. Liner notes are lost. Mix tapes are playlists. Earphones have made music private. I miss the smell of new plastic. I guess I'm getting old.
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But, I WANT IT NOW!
Henry Minute Do not read medical books! You could die of a misprint. - Mark Twain Girl: (staring) "Why do you need an icy cucumber?" “I want to report a fraud. The government is lying to us all.” I wouldn't let CG touch my Abacus! When you're wrestling a gorilla, you don't stop when you're tired, you stop when the gorilla is.
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But, I WANT IT NOW!
Henry Minute Do not read medical books! You could die of a misprint. - Mark Twain Girl: (staring) "Why do you need an icy cucumber?" “I want to report a fraud. The government is lying to us all.” I wouldn't let CG touch my Abacus! When you're wrestling a gorilla, you don't stop when you're tired, you stop when the gorilla is.
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Is this going to turn into Freddie Mercury evening in the lounge?
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Henry Minute Do not read medical books! You could die of a misprint. - Mark Twain Girl: (staring) "Why do you need an icy cucumber?" “I want to report a fraud. The government is lying to us all.” I wouldn't let CG touch my Abacus! When you're wrestling a gorilla, you don't stop when you're tired, you stop when the gorilla is.
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There used to be a time when a new album was a big deal. There was a simple pleasure in saving up some cash from your first job, walking down to the music store and musing over the vinyl, tapes and those new-fangled CDs. You could bring your new purchase home and listen to the snapping as you tore back the plastic packaging and anticipated that new-music smell. Sometimes your favorite band would use a funky paper, or a unique packaging technique, or they had some tactile feature stamped into the printed paper that you could feel, you could actually feel it. Some bands would give you the lyrics, others still would write out chord progressions. It was awesome. I have friends who would spend hours reading every liner note while trying not to de-crease any of the folds in the booklets, memorizing the guest-bassist or the production managers of their favorite bands. I used to listen to the album straight-through, at least once, and pick the songs I would eventually feature in my mix tapes that I would listen to with my friends over the stereo. Now, kids don't save up cash, they use mom or dad's credit card, pre-programmed into iTunes. They don't walk to the store; they don't even have to leave their bedroom. You don't pick up albums or feel them in your hands and you don't talk to the store clerk to find out when the new album is coming in from your favorite band. You don't pull back packaging or run your fingers over the embossed surface of the cover art. Liner notes are lost. Mix tapes are playlists. Earphones have made music private. I miss the smell of new plastic. I guess I'm getting old.
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There used to be a time when a new album was a big deal. There was a simple pleasure in saving up some cash from your first job, walking down to the music store and musing over the vinyl, tapes and those new-fangled CDs. You could bring your new purchase home and listen to the snapping as you tore back the plastic packaging and anticipated that new-music smell. Sometimes your favorite band would use a funky paper, or a unique packaging technique, or they had some tactile feature stamped into the printed paper that you could feel, you could actually feel it. Some bands would give you the lyrics, others still would write out chord progressions. It was awesome. I have friends who would spend hours reading every liner note while trying not to de-crease any of the folds in the booklets, memorizing the guest-bassist or the production managers of their favorite bands. I used to listen to the album straight-through, at least once, and pick the songs I would eventually feature in my mix tapes that I would listen to with my friends over the stereo. Now, kids don't save up cash, they use mom or dad's credit card, pre-programmed into iTunes. They don't walk to the store; they don't even have to leave their bedroom. You don't pick up albums or feel them in your hands and you don't talk to the store clerk to find out when the new album is coming in from your favorite band. You don't pull back packaging or run your fingers over the embossed surface of the cover art. Liner notes are lost. Mix tapes are playlists. Earphones have made music private. I miss the smell of new plastic. I guess I'm getting old.
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There used to be a time when a new album was a big deal. There was a simple pleasure in saving up some cash from your first job, walking down to the music store and musing over the vinyl, tapes and those new-fangled CDs. You could bring your new purchase home and listen to the snapping as you tore back the plastic packaging and anticipated that new-music smell. Sometimes your favorite band would use a funky paper, or a unique packaging technique, or they had some tactile feature stamped into the printed paper that you could feel, you could actually feel it. Some bands would give you the lyrics, others still would write out chord progressions. It was awesome. I have friends who would spend hours reading every liner note while trying not to de-crease any of the folds in the booklets, memorizing the guest-bassist or the production managers of their favorite bands. I used to listen to the album straight-through, at least once, and pick the songs I would eventually feature in my mix tapes that I would listen to with my friends over the stereo. Now, kids don't save up cash, they use mom or dad's credit card, pre-programmed into iTunes. They don't walk to the store; they don't even have to leave their bedroom. You don't pick up albums or feel them in your hands and you don't talk to the store clerk to find out when the new album is coming in from your favorite band. You don't pull back packaging or run your fingers over the embossed surface of the cover art. Liner notes are lost. Mix tapes are playlists. Earphones have made music private. I miss the smell of new plastic. I guess I'm getting old.
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I hear you man. I'll go out on a limb here and state that the death knell of music appreciation began with the Sony Walkman. It started the trend to making music transportable. People no longer are willing to put in the time needed to appreciate the music. My kids are amazed when I come home with a CD and then spend the next 45 minutes completely engrossed with listening to every song. Ignore the phone or the doorbell and for sure the TV is off. Heck I don't even go and replace my empty beer until the music comes to a stop. That's right, do not use the pause button. :)
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modified on Thursday, February 24, 2011 12:43 PM
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There used to be a time when a new album was a big deal. There was a simple pleasure in saving up some cash from your first job, walking down to the music store and musing over the vinyl, tapes and those new-fangled CDs. You could bring your new purchase home and listen to the snapping as you tore back the plastic packaging and anticipated that new-music smell. Sometimes your favorite band would use a funky paper, or a unique packaging technique, or they had some tactile feature stamped into the printed paper that you could feel, you could actually feel it. Some bands would give you the lyrics, others still would write out chord progressions. It was awesome. I have friends who would spend hours reading every liner note while trying not to de-crease any of the folds in the booklets, memorizing the guest-bassist or the production managers of their favorite bands. I used to listen to the album straight-through, at least once, and pick the songs I would eventually feature in my mix tapes that I would listen to with my friends over the stereo. Now, kids don't save up cash, they use mom or dad's credit card, pre-programmed into iTunes. They don't walk to the store; they don't even have to leave their bedroom. You don't pick up albums or feel them in your hands and you don't talk to the store clerk to find out when the new album is coming in from your favorite band. You don't pull back packaging or run your fingers over the embossed surface of the cover art. Liner notes are lost. Mix tapes are playlists. Earphones have made music private. I miss the smell of new plastic. I guess I'm getting old.
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I'm with you. When the album had an insert it was awesome...Lyrics, members names, musings, etc.. Now if you even get something you can touch you're lucky. You can still buy LPs in places but the player is a little harder to find.
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Who wants to post forever?
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There used to be a time when a new album was a big deal. There was a simple pleasure in saving up some cash from your first job, walking down to the music store and musing over the vinyl, tapes and those new-fangled CDs. You could bring your new purchase home and listen to the snapping as you tore back the plastic packaging and anticipated that new-music smell. Sometimes your favorite band would use a funky paper, or a unique packaging technique, or they had some tactile feature stamped into the printed paper that you could feel, you could actually feel it. Some bands would give you the lyrics, others still would write out chord progressions. It was awesome. I have friends who would spend hours reading every liner note while trying not to de-crease any of the folds in the booklets, memorizing the guest-bassist or the production managers of their favorite bands. I used to listen to the album straight-through, at least once, and pick the songs I would eventually feature in my mix tapes that I would listen to with my friends over the stereo. Now, kids don't save up cash, they use mom or dad's credit card, pre-programmed into iTunes. They don't walk to the store; they don't even have to leave their bedroom. You don't pick up albums or feel them in your hands and you don't talk to the store clerk to find out when the new album is coming in from your favorite band. You don't pull back packaging or run your fingers over the embossed surface of the cover art. Liner notes are lost. Mix tapes are playlists. Earphones have made music private. I miss the smell of new plastic. I guess I'm getting old.
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I consider myself part of the more digital generation (I'm 28), but will not download albums that I can purchase. I still go down to the used music store and buy cd's. I do then rip them into iTunes so I can listen at work, but I do it to: A support the store -A shop by me has a free vintage arcade for paying customers. It is coincidentally across the street from 2 great musical pubs. B enjoy the art and packaging. -Some of my favorite artists still create marvelous packaging. The art in some vinyl is nearly worth the price: Great LP, and scratch and sniff packaging!: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dandelion_Gum[^] Hand screened sleeves and vinyl includes CD. The band hates digital recordings, so they priced the cd the same as cd + vinyl. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Excellent_Italian_Greyhound[^] I also love all of the covert art from the Dirty Three that Mick Turner painted.
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There used to be a time when a new album was a big deal. There was a simple pleasure in saving up some cash from your first job, walking down to the music store and musing over the vinyl, tapes and those new-fangled CDs. You could bring your new purchase home and listen to the snapping as you tore back the plastic packaging and anticipated that new-music smell. Sometimes your favorite band would use a funky paper, or a unique packaging technique, or they had some tactile feature stamped into the printed paper that you could feel, you could actually feel it. Some bands would give you the lyrics, others still would write out chord progressions. It was awesome. I have friends who would spend hours reading every liner note while trying not to de-crease any of the folds in the booklets, memorizing the guest-bassist or the production managers of their favorite bands. I used to listen to the album straight-through, at least once, and pick the songs I would eventually feature in my mix tapes that I would listen to with my friends over the stereo. Now, kids don't save up cash, they use mom or dad's credit card, pre-programmed into iTunes. They don't walk to the store; they don't even have to leave their bedroom. You don't pick up albums or feel them in your hands and you don't talk to the store clerk to find out when the new album is coming in from your favorite band. You don't pull back packaging or run your fingers over the embossed surface of the cover art. Liner notes are lost. Mix tapes are playlists. Earphones have made music private. I miss the smell of new plastic. I guess I'm getting old.
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One more rant, the pick and choosing of individual songs to download has killed the idea of a concept album, or even a continual themed album. I love listening to my CD's straight through. I feel like most pop music now just through a few singles on an album and fluff the rest out.
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I'm with you. When the album had an insert it was awesome...Lyrics, members names, musings, etc.. Now if you even get something you can touch you're lucky. You can still buy LPs in places but the player is a little harder to find.
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Mike Hankey wrote:
You can still buy LPs in places but the player is a little harder to find.
Thank goodness for the "Made In Japan" era of the '50s. The Japanese became so upset with the world thinking that all they made was junk, that they embarked on making things last forever. I have two turntables at home, one a Sony and the other a Pioneer, that were manufactured in 1979. Both still continue to operate flawlessly today. I've seen stores recently begin to carry turn tables again, but I'm dubious of the quality of what get's manufactured today. :)
Chris Meech I am Canadian. [heard in a local bar] In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. In practice there is. [Yogi Berra] posting about Crystal Reports here is like discussing gay marriage on a catholic church’s website.[Nishant Sivakumar]
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Mike Hankey wrote:
You can still buy LPs in places but the player is a little harder to find.
Thank goodness for the "Made In Japan" era of the '50s. The Japanese became so upset with the world thinking that all they made was junk, that they embarked on making things last forever. I have two turntables at home, one a Sony and the other a Pioneer, that were manufactured in 1979. Both still continue to operate flawlessly today. I've seen stores recently begin to carry turn tables again, but I'm dubious of the quality of what get's manufactured today. :)
Chris Meech I am Canadian. [heard in a local bar] In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. In practice there is. [Yogi Berra] posting about Crystal Reports here is like discussing gay marriage on a catholic church’s website.[Nishant Sivakumar]
I had some that lasted a long time, don't have anymore but got to where I couldn't find needles and belts for them. I had quite a few LP's until my divorce so needless to say I no longer have use for a player.
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One more rant, the pick and choosing of individual songs to download has killed the idea of a concept album, or even a continual themed album. I love listening to my CD's straight through. I feel like most pop music now just through a few singles on an album and fluff the rest out.
yEP. Still, LPs were more fun...or at elast the print was larger. :laugh: And, as far as I know, you can't have fun on a CD like on an album. Viz.: the last track on side two of a Stiff sampler "gets stuck", with the voice saying "nibbled to death - buy another copy" :)
..and water fell from the sky like rain.
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I hear you man. I'll go out on a limb here and state that the death knell of music appreciation began with the Sony Walkman. It started the trend to making music transportable. People no longer are willing to put in the time needed to appreciate the music. My kids are amazed when I come home with a CD and then spend the next 45 minutes completely engrossed with listening to every song. Ignore the phone or the doorbell and for sure the TV is off. Heck I don't even go and replace my empty beer until the music comes to a stop. That's right, do not use the pause button. :)
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modified on Thursday, February 24, 2011 12:43 PM
lol...pause is for wimps. I actually used to subscribe to an indie Canadian music mag (can't for the life of me remember the name) but each month it came with a featured new indie or up-and-coming artist, mostly from Canada. The featured track was a 45 printed on some kind of plastic. It was a square. I still have the print for Coax Me (Sloan) somewhere. Sadly, no turntable anymore... :(
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has grooves in all the right places :-\
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I hear you man. I'll go out on a limb here and state that the death knell of music appreciation began with the Sony Walkman. It started the trend to making music transportable. People no longer are willing to put in the time needed to appreciate the music. My kids are amazed when I come home with a CD and then spend the next 45 minutes completely engrossed with listening to every song. Ignore the phone or the doorbell and for sure the TV is off. Heck I don't even go and replace my empty beer until the music comes to a stop. That's right, do not use the pause button. :)
Chris Meech I am Canadian. [heard in a local bar] In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. In practice there is. [Yogi Berra] posting about Crystal Reports here is like discussing gay marriage on a catholic church’s website.[Nishant Sivakumar]
modified on Thursday, February 24, 2011 12:43 PM
Chris Meech wrote:
That's right, do not use the pause button
Ahhhh... living it out dangerously :cool: - is there any other way for full musical bliss? -- RP
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There used to be a time when a new album was a big deal. There was a simple pleasure in saving up some cash from your first job, walking down to the music store and musing over the vinyl, tapes and those new-fangled CDs. You could bring your new purchase home and listen to the snapping as you tore back the plastic packaging and anticipated that new-music smell. Sometimes your favorite band would use a funky paper, or a unique packaging technique, or they had some tactile feature stamped into the printed paper that you could feel, you could actually feel it. Some bands would give you the lyrics, others still would write out chord progressions. It was awesome. I have friends who would spend hours reading every liner note while trying not to de-crease any of the folds in the booklets, memorizing the guest-bassist or the production managers of their favorite bands. I used to listen to the album straight-through, at least once, and pick the songs I would eventually feature in my mix tapes that I would listen to with my friends over the stereo. Now, kids don't save up cash, they use mom or dad's credit card, pre-programmed into iTunes. They don't walk to the store; they don't even have to leave their bedroom. You don't pick up albums or feel them in your hands and you don't talk to the store clerk to find out when the new album is coming in from your favorite band. You don't pull back packaging or run your fingers over the embossed surface of the cover art. Liner notes are lost. Mix tapes are playlists. Earphones have made music private. I miss the smell of new plastic. I guess I'm getting old.
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Nice post, I wouldn't go back but I hear you. One of the things that I really think kids will miss out on is the thrill of the hunt when it comes to music/books/many products. I used to love tracking down rare albums, imports etc. from artists. And unlike now, until you finally did track down that rare import you were unable to actually hear what it sounded like. Finding a bootleg of "Cliff's first show" with Metallica at an obscure record shop and hearing it for the first time was awesome. It's not the same when you can just google it and get it instantly. Ditto for magazines/books, I remember taking a family trip to Arizona and finding a small bookstore that had a stack of old metal edge magazines from several years earlier. I was big into heavy metal at the time (I was 16) and it was like finding a treasure chest! Now you can probably just search for a torrent and get instant information overload. Great food on an all you can eat buffet isn't as good as having to choose a meal and savor it. The ability to engorge ourselves with virtually unlimited content has made us appreciate the content far less than when we had to work a little bit to obtain the content. It's another element to our "disposable society" where we would rather buy 10 cheap things than 1 good one. I'm not saying I'd change it, I'm just recognizing it. Sean
modified on Friday, February 25, 2011 10:02 AM
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There used to be a time when a new album was a big deal. There was a simple pleasure in saving up some cash from your first job, walking down to the music store and musing over the vinyl, tapes and those new-fangled CDs. You could bring your new purchase home and listen to the snapping as you tore back the plastic packaging and anticipated that new-music smell. Sometimes your favorite band would use a funky paper, or a unique packaging technique, or they had some tactile feature stamped into the printed paper that you could feel, you could actually feel it. Some bands would give you the lyrics, others still would write out chord progressions. It was awesome. I have friends who would spend hours reading every liner note while trying not to de-crease any of the folds in the booklets, memorizing the guest-bassist or the production managers of their favorite bands. I used to listen to the album straight-through, at least once, and pick the songs I would eventually feature in my mix tapes that I would listen to with my friends over the stereo. Now, kids don't save up cash, they use mom or dad's credit card, pre-programmed into iTunes. They don't walk to the store; they don't even have to leave their bedroom. You don't pick up albums or feel them in your hands and you don't talk to the store clerk to find out when the new album is coming in from your favorite band. You don't pull back packaging or run your fingers over the embossed surface of the cover art. Liner notes are lost. Mix tapes are playlists. Earphones have made music private. I miss the smell of new plastic. I guess I'm getting old.
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I'm with you 1,000%. I buy the CD whenever possible but it's nothing like the vinyl was. I do however; rip them to my IPod for listening to at work and the gym. Now it's on to digital books. The same thing holds true here. There’s nothing like the smell of opening a new book when you crack the spine for the first time. With the closing of book stores on the rise, I am finding myself comparing the Kendal to the Nook. Somehow, searching books online is not the same as wondering through the book store with a coffee for hours on end. Technology can be great, but it can also be depressing. As you said, "I guess I'm getting old." X|
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Nice post, I wouldn't go back but I hear you. One of the things that I really think kids will miss out on is the thrill of the hunt when it comes to music/books/many products. I used to love tracking down rare albums, imports etc. from artists. And unlike now, until you finally did track down that rare import you were unable to actually hear what it sounded like. Finding a bootleg of "Cliff's first show" with Metallica at an obscure record shop and hearing it for the first time was awesome. It's not the same when you can just google it and get it instantly. Ditto for magazines/books, I remember taking a family trip to Arizona and finding a small bookstore that had a stack of old metal edge magazines from several years earlier. I was big into heavy metal at the time (I was 16) and it was like finding a treasure chest! Now you can probably just search for a torrent and get instant information overload. Great food on an all you can eat buffet isn't as good as having to choose a meal and savor it. The ability to engorge ourselves with virtually unlimited content has made us appreciate the content far less than when we had to work a little bit to obtain the content. It's another element to our "disposable society" where we would rather buy 10 cheap things than 1 good one. I'm not saying I'd change it, I'm just recognizing it. Sean
modified on Friday, February 25, 2011 10:02 AM
stiphy31 wrote:
Great food on an all you can eat buffet isn't as good as having to choose a meal and savor it.
Here, here. Amen.
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