I am a New York transplant. I am originally from Oklahoma. Okie dust runs deep in my veins. My love of vinyl began at the age of 14 when a local radio station liquidated their old vinyl collection. My mom, who was a high school librarian, brought home the school’s portable vinyl player that had not been used in years for me to play these magical black discs.
It was all downhill from there. I picked up record after record at local garage and estate sales. My hometown of Lawton, OK didn’t have a designated record shop, so these were my only chances to nab new vinyl (well, new to me). My collection grew steadfastly, but once I moved to Oklahoma City I truly began to fall in love with vinyl.
Vinyl for me is the purest way to listen to music. Not only is it warm, but it is real. Listening to an album is a concert in one’s own home. The artist is there. Every fold and turn, every emotion and thought is struck in pristine audio quality.
I started this blog as a place to attempt to describe the experience of listening to a vinyl album. It’s hard to put words to it, but I try the best I can. It’s is something too good to keep to myself.
Basically, this is my life, one vinyl at a time,