question 1: natural music ownership progression: digital (via the interwebs), digital (via silver disc) and then do the truly worthy make it on vinyl? (that's my progression). 2. you know people who taste wine for a living or smell perfume have things they smell/taste/do to re-ground the applicable senses - is there a music equivalent for you?
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Well, these days, I listen to new things on Spotify for a bit and then if something sticks, if it makes me feel strongly, I feel like I should own it in a physical format. Vinyl is the premium physical format right now, as far as record companies are concerned. It has a certain enjoyable ritual to the listening, and bigger cover art etc - listening to vinyl is a sort of event that listening to an mp3 isn’t. It means you’re probably more likely deliberately and intensely listening to the music, I think.
But honestly, I’m fine with CDs - I have way more CDs than LPs, and I’m still buying CDs. I do like to have a physical artifact, and hard drives fail and artists take their music off Spotify. But I don’t get the same ritual out of putting a CD on (unless it’s in the car). So if I graduate to owning Little Earthquakes on vinyl (like I mentioned yesterday), it’s partially because I want the music listening ritual for that particular album, I guess? But probably it’s mostly that I am a hopeless music collector and want to have a new way to collect things I have had strong emotional attachments to.
Re: the second question, I’ve never thought of it that way - I just listen widely, omnivorously, to music. In the last couple of days, for example, I’ve listened to whole albums by Pet Shop Boys, Jason Isbell, of Montreal, The Clash, Cat Power, The Cure, Kris Kristofferson, and Parliament (which isn’t really listening that widely, really, but still). When I started doing the Number Ones columns, I found that listening to much of modern chart pop was quite a shock to the system - it all seemed so hyperactive and loud and in-my-face and tasteless. But that was because most of what I was listening to was for better or worse less boisterous. These days, though, listening to the new song by RedFoo I just wrote about, three years after starting the column, my reaction was more like boredom, even though it’s probably more boisterous than the stuff I started writing about in 2010. You get used to the tastes of things, I guess, and I don’t think that there’s a right way to taste music, as it were.