My Mom dug out my Dad’s old records.  Not his collection of records but the songs that he recorded.  He died 13 years ago.  What a great feeling it is to hear his voice again.

Some say that recording music is a trap.  I have heard one musicologist speak about how frequencies are naturally free and recording them to disk or record is sending them to an electro-magnetic prison of sorts.

I understood what he was saying and I can see how the music business would keep us on a spinning wheel when it comes to the rote crap that they pump into our helpless ears.  Think about all of the great music that would go unheard though.

I for one am happy that I can play a 45 that was recorded before I was born and hear my dad singing his heart out.