tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30897652.post6584210794918253323..comments2024-03-27T15:44:43.564-08:00Comments on What Do I Know?: Obsession Records - Lake Otis and TudorStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10498066938213558757noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30897652.post-12701701627151843982015-09-26T17:45:45.434-08:002015-09-26T17:45:45.434-08:00Nice. I hadn't yet articulated these thoughts...Nice. I hadn't yet articulated these thoughts on my own, but as soon as I read them, they all ring true. Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10498066938213558757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30897652.post-64159673016916750322015-09-26T14:38:38.268-08:002015-09-26T14:38:38.268-08:00I remember reading long ago, maybe even in the 80...I remember reading long ago, maybe even in the 80s, that records would never probably totally disappear because they are more psychologically satisfying a purchase in recorded sound. Cassettes looks the same whether there's something recorded on them or not, and with CDs you must examine the uninked side under good light to reassure yourself there's <i>something</i> on there.<br /><br />Then too, <i>watching</i> a record spin on a turntable while the pickup arm slowly travels toward the center provides a welcome involvement of the listener to the process, rather than sliding some shining object that looks like it missed a ride on the bridge of the Enterprise into a drawer and watch only the sterile tick-down of minutes and seconds on a LCD window.<br /><br />And that's before we even get to those often work-of-art album covers.dvlarieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14154934310323584284noreply@blogger.com