The Vinyl album is the Rosetta Stone of our age, veritably Moses' tablets, sacred and ancient. It's what someone KEPT in life, what was important. They are a tactile, analogue experience. The ability to que a needle to a specific track with pinpoint accuracy is sublime. Cassettes and CD's are digital approximations of sound.
Scratches are cool.
Like scientists monitoring background noise in the universe, an accoustical remnant of our age. Every album discarded, left in the sun, warped or broken, is another grain of magical sand leaked from the hourglass of our age, our lives. Big business would like nothing more than the last album be destroyed, by certified executioners, videotaped as proof of it's death. Don't let this SHIT happen. We at the Vinyl Preservation Society have seen the future, and it seems to be binarily inscribed, like a bad credit report.