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Tiny-My Mother EP CD Single, Import Excellent $3,162.03 |
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VINTAGE BUECHE GIROD “TINY” MUSICAL ALARM CLOCK (WATCH THE VIDEO) $1,460.00 |
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TINY BRADSHAW – INSCRIBED PHOTOGRAPH SIGNED $899.00 |
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LISTEN – MOD POPCORN – CHUCK DANIELS & DOWNBEATS – TINY TIM $450.00 |
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STONE TEMPLE PILOTS Tiny Music Vinyl LP SIGNED AUTOGRAPHED x4 Scott Weiland +++ $400.00 |
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RARE DOO WOP * TINY TIP * SCARLET RECORDS 4129 * ” I SAID A PRAYER ” 1960 $225.00 |
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BRADSHAW TINY on original small KING black label “TRAIN KEPT A ROLLIN’”…..6 $200.00 |
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TINY PUNX JAPAN OBI OLD SCHOL PANX SEIKOU ITO KENSETSUT $199.99 |
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TINY BRADSHAW-S/T 1956 KING RECORDS 395-501 LP $199.99 |
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Big Tiny Little – 60 Years of Piano -Collectors Edition $199.00 |
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Hell’s Angels ’69 Tony Bruno 1969 Record VG++ LP Oakland Sonny Barger Tiny McGoo $175.00 |
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J.S. BACH (Composer): Tiny printed CDV Music! $150.00 |
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Grace Potter Signed 8×10 Nocturnals Tiny Light w/Proof $150.00 |
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Sun Kil Moon Tiny Cities Vinyl LP Marbled Vinyl 29/100 $150.00 |
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PROMO LABEL OLD SCHOOL TINY PANX JAPAN BPM PRESIDENT UN $149.99 |
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ZAPPA MOTHERS OF INVENTION Tiny Nightmare 2LP import live unique PS $149.99 |
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STONE TEMPLE PILOTS – “Tiny Music” ORIG LITHOGRAPH #2628 (14″x12″) LIMITED RARE! $138.88 |
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TINY TIM Tell Me That You Love Me+Comic Strip Man PROMO $119.50 |
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TINDERSTICKS Tiny Tears LTD Numbered CD FRAMED DISPLAY+EXPRESS GLOBAL SHIPPING!! $63.11 |
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BYRDS turn turn turn LP 11 track stereo 360 sound original superb copy tiny ring $96.37 |
The Excitement Is Gone Thanks To Digital Music
B.B. King formerly sang “The thrill is gone,” (sounding better on vinyl album) and when it comes to the present state of music, I have to concur. I’m not one to compare one era to another and declare either greater; music is an art form that must forever progress whether we’re fans of those changes or not. When I state the thrill is gone, I’m speaking about the way we, as aficionados, interact and exhaust our music. Let me explain.
I’m a part of a unique generation. I was born into what some people only a few years younger may call a world of Luddites. Vinyl LPs and turntables were the norm, but as technology advanced on, our music became compact. As is normally the occasion, what we gave up in matter, we compensated in convenience.
Nevertheless, what makes my generation distinct is that we entered a world with technological limitations yet accepted any and all advances. At present, I enjoy my iPod. I admit it. The prospect of thousands of songs at my disposal is fantastic. And let’s face it, hauling crates of records, not to mention turntables, amps and speakers along with me is just plain unfeasible. Nevertheless, awash in a sea of MP3s, torrents and burned CDs is the very lore that made music such an essential part of my life.
Vinyl Albums – complete with the cover art, jackets and linear notes – were more than just a collection of songs. They gave out a personal opening to countless artists, doorways by which you felt a meaningful bond to their music. Every vinyl lp was a case study where you’d go along with the lyrics in that idyllic marriage between the written word and melody. You learned who wrote the songs, who produced them, where and when they were recorded and any other bit of information you could store away in your memory banks. Even the ordering, that little nod from artist to listeners that said, “This is how I’d like you to hear my music” was vital. Listening to music was an active pursuit, hardly a passive afterthought.
Currently we’ve traded titles for track numbers, cover art for skins and perhaps the worst of all, quantity for knowledge. There are several records I’ve found out in the past year that I’ve completely relished. Still, I don’t have much for you beyond a name of a band and maybe the name of the vinyl album. I can inform you which tracks are my favorites but to identify them would be just an educated speculation. I couldn’t pick them out of a magazine. I can’t even let you know their names. They are faceless, nameless, a sheer collection of tunes. I can pick and point out the songs I love, wiping out the lost art of the album. The thrill, B.B., is indeed gone.
If this is the misfortune of digital music, then it is a sad denouement: the lost feeling of a combined culture that we experience through music. The boasting of our iTunes libraries and the plain analytics of bit rates disprove the reason in sight. They’re a red herring, a path that only leads to true heartbreak. I want my music to have heart again, to have a soul, to be mine. I desire it to be human again.
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