REVINYLIZATION

was well over 50 when I first heard an original copy of Charlie Parker’s “Ko-Ko.” It was a happy accident. I received a call from the family of a well-to-do neighbor who had recently passed away, asking if I’d be interested in having his record collection. Three minutes later, I was parked near the servants’ entrance of their centuries-old brick mansion—how quickly we forget our proletariat resentment when there’s vinyl to be had—loading a few cartons of LPs and 78s into my car: The collection was small but (Savoy MG 9001).