Do you ever feel like you never make enough time for your passions or hobbies? That you are constantly flooded with an inbox that never empties no matter how much you keep deleting? Other things take priority and as a result the things you aspire to do fall further and further behind.

This is me when it comes to my vinyl record collection. So many times I’ve said I am going to sit down and put a record on, that I am going to equate these records to being the addition of little speed bumps in my life. I’ve said that I’m going to relish in these moments, to slow it down, to simply be, to escape.

Truthfully, I never do, though. I am almost always busied elsewhere. I mask the excuses as reasons so I don’t have to (i.e., I should really be doing this, or I should really be doing that).

Until now.

I have so many memories connected to vinyl records it would be disheartening for those memories to possess an expiration date circa 2010 and have none to contribute further.

I even have my kids into vinyl records now. My youngest son, Zeph, before he could even speak would pull out his favourite records and point to the turntable demanding it be played. To which we would have what we call “jumping bed rock-out parties” and play air guitar. Of course, as any responsible parent, this is the only time I let my kids jump on the bed.

I miss vinyl. Oh, how I miss vinyl.

The drop of the needle, the warmth that comes through the speakers, the large album leafs with their liner notes, the hum that resonates deep into your bones, the added anticipation that comes from the silence in between songs. You have never truly heard a song unless it’s been on vinyl.

It holds something all new audio media continues to lack. I’m not going to explain the science as to why vinyl is the best, although I could, so let’s just say it’s mysterious, it’s magic.

Not everyone can relate to science, but everyone can relate to the emotions evoked from the human condition. And it’s the atmosphere that vinyl records create that is something stunning.

So, from this point forth, I am making a point to play a record a day. And over the next little while, for those of you who are interested, I will be posting and sharing with you some of my favourite records and what goes into making them so great.
So,

Let there be more of that hum that resonates deep into your bones.

Let there be more jumping bed rock-out parties.

Because we could all use a little more warmth.