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.