I’m sitting here trying to do some work, listening to music. ABBA. Yeah, I know, I know. I’ve been completely obsessed since I saw Mamma Mia! in the theater.
Anyway, I’m clicking around in iTunes from one ABBA song to the next looking at the album artwork. Then, all of a sudden, i get this unexpected flash of nostalgia. Remembering flipping through my parents vinyl records. Putting them on the record player and placing the needle on the black vinyl.
Getting a record back then just was more exciting than it is these days. Everything from going to the record store and buying it to taking it out of the case and placing it on the record player.
One click in the iTunes store, or Amazon is really convenient for sure. I just miss the process it used to take to get music to come out of my speakers.
Oh well, it’s one more of those thing that our kids won’t understand when they grow up. The pain, agony and inconvenience it took us old timers to enjoy music.