(from wired.com)
IN THE MID-20TH century, when the LP was the medium of choice, massive hydraulic-powered vinyl pressing machines—manufactured by long-forgotten companies like SMT, Lened, and Toolex—pumped out the endless stream of grooved discs that became the lifeblood of the booming post-war music industry. When CDs emerged in the mid-1980s, most of those aging LP presses ended up in landfills and warehouses. The rest of the plot unspools like a stale Wes Anderson ensemble. Fueled by millennials feeling nostalgic for something they never experienced, vinyl enjoyed a stunning revival and, defying all pundit predictions, became more than a passing format fad. Smelling money, the Big Three labels rereleased their legacy acts on hot wax, Technics started making SL-1200 turntables again, and vinyl got its own global holiday. (MORE HERE)
I love listening to vinyl, and my cat does too. She mostly just likes to jump on the turntable and go for a merry go ride. I must admit I get a little jealous. IT LOOKS LIKE FUN!! Though it doesn’t create a pleasant listening experience. I’m not worried that she’ll leave me for a club DJ career anytime soon.
(photo: my cat Nahla, aka The Creme Puff, aka DJ Creme Puff)
