Digital music. Streaming services. All that newfangled jazz. I keep a toe in the digital waters. There are benefits to the medium, but I don’t think I’ll ever be swayed by the new technologies, like my man Andyr. I still like to touch my music, or at least the packaging of it. Until we come up with a better delivery device than the 12-inch vinyl album (and it’s kid brother, the 7-inch single, as well as its distant cousin from England, the 10-inch EP), I’m keeping the faith.
The other day my close, personal friend E. Pluribus Gergely and I were talking about records by favorite artists that lost us. “Did you buy Combat Rock when it came out?” he asked me.