Vinyl Reckoning
VINYL RECKONING And oh, speaking of plastic: records. At the absolute height of my collectional zeal, bloated by too many years on the promo-album dole, my LP stash numbered in the THOUSANDS. Three? Four? Five? I now own, well, hundreds–many, most, almost all of which I never play, probably will never play. True–many or most are scratched or warped, caked with beer, wine, and fingerprints. But even among those eminently playable, there isn’t that much turntable action....