One night I put an old Buffalo Springfield record on my turntable, turned off the lights, opened the blinds and let the moonlight in. The two of us lay down on the floor next to one another and listened to the music. He was instantly mesmerized. In the dark, we listened to the pop and crackle of the old record without moving, without talking. It was a transcendent moment for both of us.

Now, when I pick up my son from school, he’ll ask me sometimes if we can listen to music in the dark. This bonding, soulful experience would never have happened with a digital delivery system. There’s something about a record that affects him in a way that nothing ever has. God bless the vinyl record… More at LA Times.

There is no answer to this question, but the word ‘different’ likely sums up digital and analogue music.

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