I’ve got this record collection. A really good one.
It lives in my parents’ attic.
In another country.
I think about it more often that you’d think. I wonder… have those old friends warped? Are they ok up there in the heat of summer and the bitter cold of winter?
Some of them have been passed down to me from my own music-loving dad (oh, our beloved Bob Dylan) and others are from my childhood (every Amy Grant record ever made… until CDs came out I guess). And still others are ones I found in my own early adulthood (Ella, Duke, Dizzy…).
I’ve wondered many times how to get those old friends across the big Pacific Ocean, but luggage restrictions and “more important things” have always held me back.
But I miss seeing my music.
Don’t get me wrong. I love me some iPod tunes. I love having my music stored digitally and living in my pocket.
But I also find that I forget about music when it’s hidden in lists with no pretty picture to remind me to listen.
I miss scrolling through the record jackets (or heck, even the CD cases) to see what feels right for the moment.
Someday I will reclaim that record collection from the attic. Someday.
Q for you: Did you have records? Do you still?
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Adriel also writes (using spellcheck) on motherhood and parenting at The Mommyhood Memos.