In 1950, the biggest amp you could get was no bigger than a tabletop radio.
The rawness and the richness of music on vinyl almost went away, but it still seems to be on a lot of people's radar, and for good reason. It does something different than more accessible means of music playing, like MP3 players and downloads and whatnot. You get in front of these archaic contraptions that go 'round and 'round.
Until you learn to play what you want to hear, you're barking up the wrong tree.
Well, everybody faces the fact there really aren't many records stores around to just go and browse. Maybe browse online, yet that tactile feel of flipping through a stack of vinyl remains one of life's simple pleasures.
They prospect of seeing oneself in the mirror clean-shaven is too close to a Vincent Price film... a prospect not to be contemplated, no matter the compensation.
Water doesn't hurt a vinyl record. Put it into a dishwasher and you're fine.
Sounds like the blues are composed of feeling, finesse, and fear.
The blues is a mighty long road. Or it could be a river, one that twists and turns and flows into a sea of limitless musical potential.
Did Muddy Waters play an acoustic? Well of course he did. But did he turn his back on being able to plug it in and play louder? No, he plugged in and turned it up and got miles and miles ahead of the game in one fateful act of just plugging in.
It's a real uphill challenge to battle the white-guyness.
Our skin colours may vary, but what's upstairs - there's certain things we've all got in common.
