We have a new flatmate...
... and I am completely in love with him.
So far he has only spun The National, Neil Young and Miles Davis (along with some records friends brought round for Wine and Vinyl Night #1). But I love that music has become an event in our house, rather than just background tinkling emanating from my itunes.
Just like my six-year-old self on my parent's floor, I sit gazing at him, wondering how on earth those little holes can make that incredible sound (although now, at 31, I'm less enamoured with the "chipmunk" speed setting). Sure, give me your science talk of needles and grooves but I'm pretty sure it comes down to magic. Much like how airplanes stay up in the sky.
I am also certain that Groover here is responsible for helping me grow to appreciate The National's High Violet. I can't believe how many instruments are buried in the layers of this album. Incredible. You're right Adam, they are masters of the Grower.
Idle hours at work are now spent compiling vinyl wish-lists and anticipating my return home to sit by Groover's side. Opting for a collection of nostalgic oldies and new favourites. First on the list: Mogwai's Young Team, and The Stranglers' La Folie.
Just one more reason to move back to the city that houses Bleecker St Records.
Any and all recommendations are, as always, most welcome...
And if you've ever wondered what a record looks like when it's magnified 1000 times, here's a little treat from Petapixel: