vinyls are like time machines to me, or any other solid media storage
like vhs and cds. they capture little moments in time that can be
revealed years down the line, and replayed like nothing ever
happened, that unique moment only heard by ears and machine
frozen in time to be heard by anybody who has the disk. my dad got
a vinyl player today, and my grandparents brought all his old vinyls
out to our house. he showed me his favourite songs and we listened
to them. the sweet crackling sound made by the needle running over
the individual grooves, the sound of the rotating disk whirring away,
and the crisp audio created of that one moment whisked me away,
and i could imagine that i was in that studio, watching the audio be
recorded and frozen.
music being related to moments in time, and the idea of them being
frozen to me is really interesting, especially how the mind creates
links between music and emotions, even individual emotions and
feelings, which are so vast and complex that i think its beautiful for
a song to be able to recreate that no matter what time you listen to it in