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I really like the sound of that – “ . . . digital can be hacked and analogue cannot . . . “

I can close my eyes at anytime and clearly hear the crackling of the vinyl record, it’s warmth ~ which enveloped the whole room as if a cotton candy mist blanket had fallen over everything, and all this imagery just from recalling a childhood memory. This plush sound was almost or very similar to the burning wood in a fireplace, the same quality in form, it’s dance was undulating like the dance of a flame. My father would play Bach and neither the record-player/turntable nor the speakers were the supposed ‘audiophile’ quality costing a fortune, as we were never wealthy, but never the less i distinctly remember with definitive clarity the breadth and depth – richness of that experience. Thank you for your reminder, and although a fear inside me grows not wanting to loose such experiences, i wonder what i can do other than purchasing a record player and some vinyl records to keep such wonderful machinery from being lost forever. I wonder if my love for film photographs is also the same analogous type; it must be, no? I always admired the fact that I could find a negative from almost a half century ago, hold it up to a light source such as the sun and still see the image imprinted there. It is shame that all my digital photographs of my son will not have the same accessibility.