I got rid of all my vinyl in 1995. I’d moved my record collection one too many backbreaking times and at that point had completely thrown myself into the world of CDs. I didn’t even shed a tear as a representative from the ALS Mammoth Music Mart hauled out thousands of scratchy old 33s from my east Rogers Park apartment. At least they went to charity.
Fast forward to last week. For Father’s Day, I got a 1TB external drive for my computer. It’s time to convert my wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling, CD collection into digital files. I’ve made peace with the fact that music is no longer something you necessarily need to hold or covet on a shelf. Technology marches on.