'Jazz on Vinyl' - Introduction
I love jazz. And vinyl. Thrift stores, too. Jazz, thrift stores, and vinyl. And used record shops. Ok, I need to admit something from the start: I didn't become a fan of jazz until the mid-90s, dead center of "The CD Era". Until recently, all jazz I'd heard came from CDs. (Well, downloading, too, since the late 90s.) Even worse, I don't think I'd even heard a jazz record, I mean a vinyl record, until this year. My recent reacquisition of a turntable, and weekly visits to some area thrift stores and used record stores (yes, they still exist in Maryland), has been absolutely enlightening to me when it comes to the sound of jazz, the vinyl sound I mean. And yes, that does exist, too.
The sound of jazz on vinyl is seductive. CDs, with all their trumpeted dynamic range, don't sound the same. Neither do downloads. The sound of jazz on vinyl has caught me by surprise, grabbed my hand, and guided me to an alluring, sonic paradise, which, while familiar to me when it comes to rock, prog, or classical music, is a new and exciting place for me.
What do you do with a paradise (besides get kicked out)? Share it, that's what! So I'm here to write about some jazz records I've found for a quarter or a dime, in musty boxes, 10 for a dollar, even 40 in a few stores (yes, 40 records for a buck!), in stacks of abused throwaways, underneath half-price iZod shirts, in long rows under counters accessed only by sitting cross-legged on the floor, records crammed between endless John Denver, Montovani, and Three Dog Night albums. Let me turn off my iPhone, turn on the stereo, and get to listening and writing.