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obstacle is the nature of the records in my new stack of vinyl. Most of
them are classical music -- Italian operas, Russian symphonies, Gregorian
chant. To me these records are perhaps the most wonderful discovery of the
year; as I mentioned a few weeks ago, the neighbors are getting rid of all
their vinyl, since they no longer have a turntable and have no intention
of getting a new one. Like most of the world, they are quite happy having
made the conversion to digital; and bully for them. If it makes them happy,
I’m happy. Happier, even, since I’m the guy who has now been allowed
to twice pick through their collection and take whatever I please. |
And what I please, beyond the
wondrous one-off odd-men-out like the whale sounds record I wrote about
a few weeks ago, is opera. Specifically recitals of operatic songs by
Caruso or Fernando de Lucia. But unless I misread Last Plane to Jakarta’s
ever-increasing demographic, you guys don’t particularly want to
hear about opera, and even if you do, I don’t particularly want to
write about it. Why not? That’s easy: because I wouldn’t
know what I was talking about.
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