Geez, listening to these wrecked classical LPs, with something like 60% of the sonic data just cut out and gone, is GREAT.

Pretty much as long as I have been aware of my taste, I have always preferred stuff that was imperfectly reproduced and the immediate downstream material created by people excited by their own misunderstandings.

These old, scratchy, lo-fi records can only reproduce a fraction of the performance they purport to bring to the listener. The balance is in the listener’s head. And there’s no music in the universe that can trump that.

Viv’s in California for two weeks, so I am rocking the bachelor life. Tonight! Three hours of uninterrupted Great War flight simulation followed by two hours of reading fantasy novels in front of a fire while listening to thrift shop Beethoven vinyl, super scratchy. Good lord, am I a reactionary? No, no, I’m totally not!