I sit here listening to a record pressed in 1952. The warmth and tone are different than modern digital sounds - much more human and tactile, if that could make sense. Reading the jacket, words written for the pressing almost 75 years ago, intended for the consumer to connect to the artists work then, and interestingly almost a century in the future as I connect. It’s humbling. And also makes me pause to question the temptation for the rapid and temporary satisfaction of the modern incessant subscription based, capitalist lifestyle we’ve adopted.
