The best gifts are the personal ones.
You know the type: they don't necessarily cost a lot, and don't even have to be new. Typically, these "supreme" gifts are chosen with ultimate care with the recipient's personality in mind.
Yesterday, my dear friend Sean presented me with a great gift. With little fanfare he produced three records, all in primo condition. So what was the booty? Winger's self-titled release, Def Leppard's Pyromania and RATT's Out of the Cellar.
I already own these titles on the more modern CD or download format, but not vinyl. Sean is (just a little bit) older than me, and he's a big record collector. He likes to talk glam with me, even though his musical tastes have surpassed my passion. He's more into the funk now: James Brown, Parliament Funkadelic, you get the idea. Still, Sean's been to his fair share of glam concerts, and he recently remarked he saw Def Leppard "When they were so young!"
I'm very excited about my new records. I have just about every Aerosmith release on vinyl, plus a lot of Van Halen and some other titles, but my three new additions really give my collection a boost.
I love vinyl, but I'm not elitist about it like a lot of people that read this website (and you know who you are). I love the size of the artwork and how the bands are featured prominently, typically with individual photos. Sean says he likes listening to one side and then having to get up and flip for the next listen. I never really thought about that before, but it makes sense: it takes time to absorb and appreciate good music. While I swear by my iPod (and would probably be arrested if I didn't have it to listen to while at work) I can understand how the quality of music is diluted these days. It's not hard to get sucked in by trends and the latest sale at Hot Topic. Vinyl makes me remember the golden age of Metal.