OCTOBER 29, 2015… FEELING THE VINYL…

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THE VOICE is here with s..this week’s sports pick. starting with tonight’s Thursday night NFL game… .and going all the way through the weekend… as well as his baseball predictions… and other insights you won’t find on any of those fancy and expensive sports cable channels… JUST CLICK ON THE LINK AT THE TOP OF THIS PAGE…

…and where are the METS?  The team we saw for the first two games of the World Series weren’t the same Mets who have been playing great baseball the last two months… no no no.. this is a team that couldn’t swat a dead bug with a rolled up newspaper… I mean, to this team last night… the existence of second base was just a rumor… just something to trip over on the way to the outfield..

Come on Mets… at least make it interesting…

So I went to Barnes and Noble today... which is a great feeling… they used to be the feared and damned big box bookstore that was putting all the smaller book stores out of business… and now we cheer them on because they are one of the last brick bookstores standing..

(Actually, there are a few good… no…  excellent bookstores left standing in Connecticut, including R.J. Julia Booksellers in Madison… and some small independents in Bethel..)…

…but anyway..

…they now sell vinyl at Barnes and Noble... vinyl records… yes, it was just a small section.. one table.. two sides of the table.. but they had classic rock, like The Beatles.. Led Zeppelin, and The Eagles.. and they had new bands with vinyl releases..  like The Black Keys and Death Cab for Cutie…

…but here’s what I didn’t expect…

…when I picked up one of the vinyl albums.. they were still in shrink wrap plastic… I had a strong unexpected flashback… that feeling of a new record.. the loose feel of the shrink wrap waiting to be opened on a new album…  was something I hadn’t felt in a long time.  How many years?  Back before I played music on the radio as my job… the squeeze of the plastic wrap on a new record album was like a hungry man squeezing fruit before eating it…  the plastic on the cardboard could be pinched and rolled.. like a marijuana joint in the fingers of a radio salesperson at lunchtime… it was savored with anticipation…

…I could feel the blood of a thousand paper cuts I got by trying to open the business end of the cardboard jacket of all those albums I bought…

… but the anticipation of sliding the vinyl out of the cardboard sleeve…  and carefully placing the album on the big turntable and gently placing the tonearm on the grooves…  was a ritual reserved for all that great classic rock…

…and of course, finding out the only good songs on an album were the three songs that were overplayed on the radio… and the rest of the tracks seemed to be written by a member of the band who somehow blackmailed the rest of the group into including crappy songs on the rest of the album… (I’m looking at you, Deep Purple, and “Come Taste The Band”… not that I really think there was blackmail involved… probably just something to do with groupies)…

…and now if you will excuse me.. I’m going to go find my turntable… I think the last time I plugged it in, I was using it to dry a pair of socks… don’t ask…

…and a hello to Pete Z!…

…and thanks for listening…

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