News yesterday told us of the battle between the musical behemoths of Adele, Ed Sheehan and Coldplay, all of whom want to corner the vinyl printing market for their new albums in time for the Christmas spendfest.
Now forgive for thinking that vinyl had long ago become the Betamax of home music delivery systems even though, I, like a number of others retained the albums and singles I bought as a youngster, before being seduced away to tapes and then dvds. I must own to missing the joys of the album art and the inclusion of the lyrics that often accompanied the sleeve of the album but one had to keep with the times.
Yes, here we are, at the outset of a rewriting of history. The old is becoming the new new.
And it makes me wonder what else will return to enliven our lives.
Will snickers return to its marathon roots.
Will toilet paper be rewaxed?
Will the flies on jeans go back to buttons (again)?
I rather hope not, well maybe the egregious rebranding can go.
But there are some things that we might save before they become the vinyl of their day.
Here’s a few of mine:
At least one day a week gentlemen should wear a tie in its customary position, around the neck rather than hastily repurposed as a belt.
The postage stamp
And eventually cash…
And related to the last, a physical representation of where I bank, somewhere on a high street near me
The changeable tire on my car rather than something that forces me to a garage within a gnat’s long jump of my puncture
Phone calls to utilities that are answered without having to listen to some moronic Spotify playlist or play keypad bingo in order to speak to something vaguely sentient (competence was removed as a prerequisite of employment in the 1950s according to my mother)
I’m sure there are many more that will occur to me when I’ve posted this. How about you? What do you fear will go, for no benefit other than someone else’s commercial imperative or which reduces something intangible but good in our lives?
PS writing this drove me to check my dusty old albums. I should know better as it reminds me that my first purchase rather betrays my rock n roll credentials. Back to Front by Gilbert O’Sullivan. What can I say? I was raised by tone deaf aliens.