“Where I grew up, record players weren’t really a thing.”
“I came of age in South Texas in a town where and Top-20 Radio ruled. The first tape I ever bought was Britney Spears’s breakout single, “Hit Me Baby.” The only music my parents we listened to at home was classical music on the local Catholic radio station or, on special occasions, the Gypsy Kings. My family’s music taste was, in short, tragically uncool. Outside of the occasional odd reference on Nick at Night, I never really understand the purpose of a record players. Weren’t CDs the wave of the future?
The first record I ever listened to was Tom Waits’ Blood Money, camped out in a my buddy’s apartment in downtown San Antonio, Texas. “There is NO other way to listen to this album. The fidelity is incomparable,” he told me; but to be honest I couldn’t really tell if it was the vinyl that intensified the croon in Tom’s voice in “Everything Goes to Hell,” or the massive amount of pot we had just smoked. I just didn’t get what the big deal was.
Then I moved to Brooklyn.