Originally Posted By: saxgentleman67
Nothing to hold in your hand. No touch or smell. No liner notes.


True that, and I do lament the loss of that physicality.

However, a Story From the Modern World:

The other day, for various reasons, I found myself thinking of an old pop version of "Ding Dong! The Witch Is Dead".

If I had the old record, I could have played it. It would have had a nostalgic old paper smell. The cover may have had some information, or at least photos to look at. (Laura Nyro once put out an album that was SCENTED WITH PERFUME. Try streaming that!)

Anyway, I did not have the old record, so I streamed it, and read up on that version online.

I learned that the cool instrumental I remembered from childhood was by the renaissance composer Michael Praetorius. I then found numerous versions of that particular piece online, and listened to them. I then found a MIDI transcription and created my own version with crazy synthetic voices and posted it on the Internet, where anyone anywhere in the world can listen to it.

I liked being able to do all that modern stuff.

In the end, I satisfied my need for physicality by playing the old song on my iPhone while walking in the woods. I had the phone playing in my pocket, so I wasn't disconnected from the forest, and I marched and bounced on the crunchy yellow leaves and it was good.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1VYf4wZq9w

Last edited by Mark Hayes; 12/20/21 06:50 AM.