Starting Over
In the excellent My Back Pages essay that closes this issue, Londoner Phil Brett writes, “I bought my first albums in my teens for £2 then sold them off years later for 50p each.”
Why did he sell his records? “[I]n those days, most vinyl had the thickness of a butterfly wing without the quality. As I grew older, I went through—ahem—several relationships hence several changes of residence. The hassle of carting boxes of records around grew wearisome; CDs were so much lighter, and often, they sounded better.”
Phil predicted readers would be horrified by what he did those many years ago. Maybe so—but