I lost a large chunk of my digital music library recently, and in rebuilding it I found myself replacing music i hadn’t heard in a long time, music ignored in favor of what was selected for me by my digital playlists. It made me think about how different my listening has become, how passive, how I used to seek out things to fit my mood as opposed to simply skipping what popped up in my library playback.
Then in selecting items to digitally upload, listening to songs I haven’t heard in perhaps a decade, I felt something was missing. Especially while listening to old jazz recordings I found their digital remastering so clean and cold that I began longing for the surface noises of old vinyl. I found myself becoming oddly nostalgic for the days when one chose an album and played entire sides, not deleting or skipping unliked songs, but listening through. There was a different pace, a sort of patience, something I hadn’t realized I was missing.
Naturally, I began writing about it.
versus digital bop
for that vinyl shine
diamond cut tracks
licorice & wax
& honestly shod
to watch platters turn
for all this i yearn
Far from my best efforts, but perhaps I can revisit this once I’ve dug out the old vinyl records. It’s entirely possible this is one of those nostalgias that doesn’t hold up to the reality.
Haven’t meant to be away from Poetry Friday these last couple weeks, but, you know how it goes. Tabatha over at The Opposite of Indifference is hosting the roundup this week (along with Bulwinkle) and you should check it out if you haven’t already. No, really.