I loved flipping through vinyl records at the record store. Thumbing through sleeves when I didn’t have a particular record in mind, or frantically seeking one out that I just absolutely had to have.
What I loved most about buying vinyl was how tangible they were. The size. The artwork or picture on the sleeve. The whole work together. Even that somewhat nauseating vinyl smell. It felt like a parceled gift from the artist to you. Sometimes I’d even display one or two on my wall like a poster (Diana Ross and David Bowie). I supposed it’s a similar feeling some people experience with a physical book versus reading on a Kindle or Nook. The art is still being presented and shared, it just feels different.