Maybe because we are all excited about the Nasher Museum’s upcoming exhibition, “The Record: Contemporary Art and Vinyl,” we seem to see vinyl references everywhere.
Sunday’s Modern Love column in The New York Times is a lovely tribute to the death-cheating properties of a vinyl record. A daughter (author Connie May Fowler) hears her late father singing and all is right with the world:
“I close my eyes and let his voice wash through me and I know that I was right: My father was an imperfect man, but he was not a monster. And more important, in the glide and glow of his golden voice, I sense that even before I was born, he loved the very idea of me.”
Read more here.