Another
touchstone of my mis- spent youth runs out of time. Now it was not Sam the
Record man the person I have fond memories of.
It was his unique creation, or his take on something wonderful my progeny
will never experience, a record store. Ironically my requited love of music was
consummated mostly in the analog version of Amazon.com,The
Columbia record club.
My small
central Ontario town had no record store.
The closest one was in Lindsay close to 100km away. My parents loved
country music, and I used their subscription to buy all my early albums. My first was the best of the Guess Who 1973,
I was 15. My collection of vinyl remains at 4 milk cartons or about 200 discs.
LP made the Record Store. Due to their size they took a huge amount of floor
space, and album covers made every record store the equivalent of a fine art museum. I can’t remember ever buying an album at
Sams, and was in the store no more than a dozen times. However like everyone
from that era my single experience was life changing. My most vivid memory was
a standalone display for the Tales of Mystery and Imagination by the Alan
Parson project. It was a mannequin wrapped like a mummy in thick reel to reel
or computer magnetic tape. I don’t regret the demise of the LP. I have always
had a reasonable audio system. My first real paycheck in my first grown up job
was spent in Orillia at a store that no longer exists. Magneplanar SMG1 Speakers , paired to NAD
3020 Integrated Amp feed by a Dual turntable. The NAD still powers my
I-tunes off my hard drive. The sound of these digital files massaged by
powerful but subtle silicon chips hands down and far away exceeds any LP or CD
sound. However I if given the choice of never experiencing the Sam the Record
man universe, or never progressing to the digital world, I would chose to live
in the past.
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