After giving my daughter her record player that she requested for her birthday I was drawn in while testing it out. Everyone was out of the house and I listened to an entire side of a Gordon Lightfoot album. It really brought back memories of easier times.
There is a tangible physical nature that’s hard to explain. You held music in your hands. Watched it spin and respectfully would not lift the needle to rush to the next track. You would actually listen giving the song it’s due. That’s what the artist wanted. That went away somewhere along the line. It was born of a slower time when we could spare the hours to share an experience never to be interrupted by the beep of a text or a ring of the phone. I was young but do miss it a little. Fire in the fall, thanksgiving dinners and easy times. You only communicated with the ones you were physically with. Engaged. Not distracted. Enjoying just being there, right then. It was more NOW and less EVERYTHING ALWAYS.