At ten years old I suffered a traumatic concussion playing hockey. The doctor recommended an aggressive treatment, depriving me of any mental stimulation that may trigger migraines or other side effects that could slow down my recovery.
I couldn't use the computer, read, watch TV or exert myself physically. I wasn't even allowed to have the lights on past 8 pm! Basically I would go to school, come home, eat dinner and then sit in the dark in my room until I fell asleep. Can you imagine what this could do to a kid? I became depressed quite quickly and my parents were concerned.
One night, my dad came into my dark bedroom after dinner. He lit some candles and plugged in his old record player. He picked a record from a stack he had tucked under his arm.
The record was "A Question of Balance" by The Moody Blues. He said it was his favorite record growing up. He would listen to it in his room in the dark for hours (and he didn't even have a concussion!) He said this was the best way to listen to music, and maybe I was lucky after all. Not everyone gets the time to appreciate music this way anymore.
We sat on the floor together in the dark and listened to record after record. I spent the rest of my recovery listening to records, exposing myself to all types of music.
My head got better, but my vinyl obsession was just getting started. All these years later, I'm still collecting (what a collection!). And I still take time to listen in the dark.
“I spent the rest of my recovery listening to records.”
Stacks of Vinyl
Browsing the stacks in record stores is one of my favorite activities. You never know what surprises you may find! All of my favorites were found this way.
A Room of My Own
The ideal listening spot for a true Vinyl junkie. I could spend day's with no food and water as long as it's in this room!
Ok, my collection is not quite this big... This is extremely impressive and hopefully one day I will achieve this level of dedication! But for now my collection will do!
Pile of Vinyl
I love hanging out with my friends, listening to great music. My friends started buying vinyls, even though they don't have a turntable, they just use mine!
The crackle and pop of a record player can't be beat. This vintage turntable was passed down to me from my father. We still listen to vinyls together.
Flipping through the stacks at a record store searching for rare or new albums. I love getting to chat about music with people at the record store.
Half the fun is hunting in the cheap record bins and hoping you get lucky! That feeling is priceless when you find something real valuable.
The needle reads the bumps and grooves on the record to make sounds. The lines mark the individual tracks on the record. Beautiful.
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