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Friday, March 1, 2019

I don't believe in records any more. The vinyl, music-playing variety. I can see that they work, and I have read the explanations of why they work, but I do not believe that they should work. And probably I'd feel the same way about electricity or most things that Edison dabbled in, but I'm more comfortable expressing heresy in the audio realm. I don't care how elaborate those squiggles are on that live Don McLean album, they should not be able to make a sound wave at all recognizable as originating from lungs, a mouth, a wood guitar, a harmonica. And having decided this, I wonder what else we have agreed to overlook and accept as real, in this group hallucination. And do I care? Should I care? Should I tell someone? Do they already know?

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