If I like a particular artist or band, then I make every effort to see them live.
It’s not only a great way to show your support for their work, but I’ve long contended that being in a live musical setting — where you can let yourself go with a few drinks while singing and swaying along to some of your favorite tunes – surrounded by fans who share your enjoyment for that particular artist is a soul-cleansing experience.
I always leave a concert feeling better than when I arrived.
Just think about when a song you like comes on the radio while you’re driving, and how happy it makes you. Now imagine that happening at a live show, with the band directly in front of you performing it. It’s awesome. And to share that experience with thousands of other fans makes it that much more special.
When I first became musically conscious around 7 years old, the dominant listening format was compact discs. I still remember the first three CDs I ever bought: Weird Al Yankovic’s “Bad Hair Day,” Alanis Morissette’s “Jagged Little Pill,” and Third Eye Blind’s eponymous debut album, all released between 1995 and 1997.
By the time I entered high school, CDs were starting to phase out, and MP3s were becoming more and more accessible. I built up my MP3 collection, priding myself in downloading by the album, and not the single. By the time I graduated college, my iTunes library surpassed 10,000 songs.
Now, downloading is no longer necessary – programs like Spotify and Apple Music offer the entire musical universe at your fingertips. The idea of “owning” your own music no longer exists. It’s all streaming.
And while it’s much more convenient, it still felt unsatisfactory to me.
There’s something purposeful about picking and choosing what artist and what album you want to listen to, and manually taking the time to add it to your musical library. In a way, it helps you compartmentalize what artists you prioritize over others. But with streaming, that’s gone. The Beatles are as accessible as Selena Gomez and it takes no extra effort to listen to one over the other.
So recently, I decided to take things into my own hands and reclaim that feeling of control and ownership: I started a vinyl collection.
Until now, I usually go out of my way to defend myself from being called a hipster. But once you start a record collection, there’s no escaping it anymore.
To date, I have 11 record, comprising a nice mix of new music and classic rock. And while I’ve quickly learned is that vinyls are not cheap, it’s still one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
I now get to be one of those guys that seeks out indie record shops, and stumbles in on a Sunday afternoon sorting through their shelves looking for hidden gems.
I proudly showcase my records. I pick my next purchase very carefully, deciding which artists are worthy of being in my possession, and in what chronological order.
Lastly, and this is something that only fellow record collectors can attest to, there is something indescribably soothing about removing a record from its case, carefully placing it on the turntable, lifting the pin, and watching that record spin as sweet, sweet music echoes through the room.
The last step is to figure out if One Direction released their albums on vinyl.
Did I just say that out loud?
The Weinblog™ record collection:
Ryan Adams – Prisoner (2017)
Eagles – Hotel California (1976)
Bon Iver – For Emma, Forever Ago (2007)
The National – High Violet (2010)
The Tallest Man on Earth – The Wild Hunt (2010)
White Stripes – White Blood Cells (2001)
Wilco – Yankee Hotel Foxtrot (2001)
Chuck Berry compilation album
Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band – Night Moves (1976)
Bruce Springsteen – The River (1980)
Foo Fighters – In Your Honor (2005)