I’m all for indie record stores. They’re run by true music lovers, have tastes that surpass mine, and are a wealth of information.
But I didn’t go to Record Store Day yesterday.
Record Store Day is a day conceived in 2007 as a way to celebrate and bring notice to the roughly 1,400 independent record store owners in the United States. But I can’t remember the last time I stopped in a record store, or even stopped in the music section of Target or Barnes and Noble.
Some people worship the sound of vinyl. They have their turntables hooked up to an old stereo system, and treat their discs like gold. Me? I’ve had too many records skip during the 1970s to appreciate those days. The day I discovered cassette tapes, my life changed. (Although having a jam box eat the tape was equivalent to a record skipping.)
When CDs came out they were even better. They offered a supposedly better sound (although I couldn’t tell), and were practically indestructible (I recently found out that this isn’t true). They became the centerpiece of my music collection.
Then came the MP3, and it revolutionized my music experience.
Enter the Internet
I’ve transferred all my CDs to MP3s, which is good, because laptops no longer offer CD-ROM drives to rip CDs into MP3s. iTunes, Bandcamp and CD Baby have become my go-to for music. My MP3s are in the cloud, ready to be played on my laptop, and with apps like Tunebox I can literally play anything I want from my iPhone and iPad. The cloud’s version of a record scratch? Buffering issues.
I am rooting for record stores. I’ll go in and buy posters, get the latest community tabloid and maybe buy a few LPs for my wall. But I just don’t have a reason to go. The Internet has taken me over. Sorry.