it was funny because i bought a turntable off one of my friends just last friday, and spent the rest of the weekend alone in my apartment listening to vinyl. here are the albums i listened to, all loaned to me by said friend and his roommate:
joan of arc - live in chicago, 1999 (which is on the turntable in the picture)
make believe - of course
microphones - mount eerie
echo and the bunnymen - porcupine
the minus 5 - down with wilco
blonde redhead - melody of certain damaged lemons
wire - pink flag
what i like best about this turntable is that it is portable, which means it has a built-in speaker, which means i can further delay buying real speakers (buying stereo equipment on my own is really intimidating, for some reason). this built-in speaker is probably of the same quality as the speaker in my laptop, if not a little less. yet i am convinced that the turntable sounds better. i have hundreds of albums on my iTunes but i know i'll be listening to the same seven albums until i have to give them back.
(not that that's a bad thing. i could listen to those seven albums forever anyway. i mean, pink flag nearly sends me into convulsions.)
in high school i dug out my dad's tape deck and started making and exchanging tapes. i bought a cheap walkman and carried it with me everywhere. when asked why i didn't use an iPod or at least a discman, i didn't know how to respond. i wrote an essay instead. in that essay i said, i am not opposed to convenience. i have a laptop and an iPod. at the same time, i recognize that it is easy to lose yourself in convenience, and then everything becomes the same. monotonous. and this goes much farther beyond mp3s--why would i bake something from a box when i have eggs, flour, and sugar? why would i drive four blocks when i have feet? is the time i've saved really worth the experience i've lost?
i just put on the second side of porcupine. the sound of the needle hitting the vinyl is totally worth the $75 i spent.
