A Musical Education

What goes around comes around. The world of music is no different. Sales of vinyl records have steadily increased since a couple of years ago when Sony Music Corporation decided to reissue old albums and produce new musical releases on vinyl.  The last time Sony made a vinyl record was 1989. One could certainly argue that this announcement is just one of a number of signs that the music industry is once again changing with the times and customer tastes. The younger generation has heard the siren call of the classics once again.

For those of us old timers who have been reluctant to give up our turntables, this felt like vindication of a sort. It was a kind of recognition that everything new isn’t necessarily better than the old tried and true. This is especially true when it comes to music.

My eldest granddaughter Maya recently decided she wanted a new record player for her 14th birthday. I couldn’t have been prouder. Now I have an opportunity to introduce her to my kind of ‘classical music’ which I define as music from the 50s and 60s. Dated yes but still timely.

I immediately perused my own collection of vinyl and found several samples that I thought would give her a good exposure to the classics.

Her dad and Aunt Melanie gave her two classic albums: Unplugged (by Nirvana) and Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.

I had to laugh. Musical taste is a good example of that. I guess if you wait long enough, the old becomes new again or at least enjoys a resurgence of interest. My old collection of musical memories from the fifties and sixties, long sequestered to basement shelves, are garnering new attention.

Traveling the back roads of one’s mind can be a geriatric benefit for people my age. Sometimes there is a tendency to revisit old people, places, and times with reflections and refractions that tend to meld into a soul-satisfying stroll down memory lane.

Vinyl can do just that. Having been down that road before, I can attest to the magic of vinyl and the old songs that take me back to yesteryear. Music has always been a huge part of my life and this renewal of interest in LPs (long playing records) just brings a smile to my face.

A while back, there was an article on the resurgence of vinyl records. The reporter did an interview with Bob Fuchs, general manager of the popular Minnesota record store, The Electric Fetus. It was a fascinating step back in time and remuneration of that popular phrase ‘what goes around comes around again.’

Back in the day when I was hanging out in Dinky Town and fantasizing about life while at the Triangle Bar, the Electric Fetus was my refuge from the storm of life. It was a magic place where overhead music played at a deafening roar and all kinds of wannabe hippies and many of the real ones crowded the narrow aisles flipping through the stacks of vinyl.

Bob’s interview offered a fascinating glimpse into the present day world of music and how just as things change some things remain the same. A longtime Minnesota music mainstay, Fuchs has seen it all firsthand in his 30 years in the business (he started in the record department in December 1987).

I’ve lifted several segments from that interview and want to give full credit to MinnPost for the article.*

First, Bob was asked about vinyl at the Electric Fetus.

Bob Fuchs: In about 2000, we had 120 bins, maybe 118 of CDs and two bins of records left, and they weren’t even full. Today we’re up to nearly 50 bins of vinyl again. It’s almost 50/50 LPs/CDs now. By next year at this point, more than 50 percent of our space in the record department will be LPs.

The surprising thing to some people is we still sell CDs. They walk in and don’t even know that. They’re like, “I haven’t bought a CD in five or seven years!” We still sell twice as many CDs as LPs. Many people want physical media, whether it’s an LP or a CD. I play both every day.

Then Bob was asked about the ratio of new vinyl to used.

Bob Fuchs: Probably about twice as many used as new. In dollar amounts, new vinyl is much more expensive than most used vinyl. Most new LPs are between $17 and $25.

I think many people want to write vinyl off as a fad that’s coming back. But it was a staple for 50 to 60 years, and then there was a period of about 10 years when it wasn’t in vogue, and now it’s coming back again because of the experience.

People say they like the sound, but regardless of the quality of your musical reproduction system at home, it’s the experience. You tend to be more engaged. You sit down. You stay close. Your experience is heightened by all your senses. You’re listening, you’re reading, you’re looking, you’re appreciating art. So it’s more encompassing than just streaming a song.

An LP is the ultimate cultural artifact for music. You’ve got liner notes. You’ve got lyrics. Oftentimes, you’ve got photography, artwork, information. It’s a stamp in time, and a physical presence. A gatefold LP is 2 feet by 1 foot. It’s like a book. Some people still prefer books.

One aspect about LPs that I just took for granted was the liner notes and artwork. Apparently, a lot of people weren’t so oblivious about such things.

Bob Fuchs: When you compare most packaging now to 15 to 20 years ago, there were a lot of budget productions back then. Simple jackets, thin paper. They were minimalist and sometimes cheap. Today, people are thinking – this is the ultimate packaging. Let’s make it a gatefold. Let’s use heavier-weight cardboard or paper. Let’s press on heavier vinyl. Many people have commented at the counter that LPs are really heavy. They don’t remember them being so heavy.

Then as an unintended salute to old people’s taste everywhere, Bob explained who is leading the charge back into vinyl.

Bob Fuchs: The single biggest thing I’ve noticed is the change in demographics. This whole revival has been pushed primarily, or at least initially and still very heavily, by people under 30. There’s a much higher percentage of women buying records than there were buying CDs or records previously. What stands out most for me is the number of young women who are buying records now. In my 30 years, I don’t ever remember that many young women in the store.

Vinyl to me was the sixties personified. It was Dinkytown, the Triangle Bar, West Bank, working all day at the Public Health Department and volunteering each night at KTCA public television. It was that stunning blond working as the evening receptionist, writing poetry, attending St. John Neumann with Susan and a very brief movie-making career.

It was slow growth growing up and pondering a whole bushel basket full of ‘what if’s’ and ‘why not?’ Vinyl brings it all back home. When the needle touches skin and the music begins, I am transported back in time to a much simpler time that was good and only got a lot better.

Now my eldest granddaughter gets to experience the same joy I have listening to those old records and the mind-pictures they paint in our heads.

*Portions of this interview with Bob Fuchs were taken from an article written by Ms. Pamela Espeland that appeared on the web site MinnPost on August 20^th, 2017.

Eight Tracks, Vinyl, and Classical Music

Musical windows are that period in your (usually) young life when you first experience the magical and wondrous feelings that music can bring to your soul. All the traumas of life; first love, heartache, disappointment, pending adulthood, lost love, romance, travel and a million other mysteries that make up one’s young life can be perfectly encapsulated and immortalized in a song…usually to a porous mind eager to absorb all the nuances of life ahead.

Musical windows can be born anyplace and at anytime. My musical window originated in grade school around 4:30 each morning as I donned my galoshes, heavy jacket, mittens and knit hat. Then it was off to deliver newspapers to a customer base that assumed the Saint Paul Pioneer Press would always be on their front steps before 6:00 am.

Under those layers of clothing was strapped my brand new Motorola salmon (pink) colored transistor radio tuned to KDWB, the only radio station in town according to my astute pop-culture friends.

I grew up on all of the classics of the 50s and early 60s, pop music, country crossover tunes, lingering hit parade relics, show tunes and anything else that caught my fancy. I didn’t discriminate about the music or the artists. If it moved me, I loved it. It’s what I call my classical music.

I began with my beloved 45-rpm records, graduated to vinyl and eventually moved on to tape and CDs. Melanie once tried to get me into her I pod but it wasn’t the same. I’m just now discovering iTunes. Why change to a new delivery medium if the old one works just as well. The music is the same no matter how it reaches your ears.

Then, as sometimes happens, I got sweet revenge. The younger set (that would be my kids) read about vinyl having a purer sound than your average CD and they asked if I had any. “You know, Dad, they’re black and the size of a medium pizza.” Of course, I answered in the affirmative and told them. “I’ll even let you hold one if you’re careful.” Oh, the wonder of musical revenge on the younger generation.

Today my kids laugh at my musical tastes until they find a tune they like and discover, much to their chagrin, that it’s just a cover tune for something that was done years ago by one of my favorite artists. Seriously, they ask. Seriously, I reply with a grin.

For two kids who hated band and thought it torture that we made them stay in all through high school, I find it curiously satisfying to hear them both talk about their own children having to be in band themselves…when they’re old enough…whether they want to be or not.

Of course, the fact that I introduced Melanie to the Beatles and Brian to Led Zeppelin isn’t lost on them either. In turn, they’ve turned me onto their kind of music. I find it mildly curious that we’ve gone from my love of folk music of the sixties (Bob Dylan, Tom Paxton and Ian & Sylvia (“Four Strong Winds”) to a revival of the alternative folk rock music of today with The Lumineers, Elephant Revival, Trampled by Turtles, Old Crow Medicine Show, Julia and Angus Stone and numerous other great groups and artists. It’s a musical exchange I relish.

Music speaks a special language to many of us. It raises our blood pressure and pumps adrenaline into our veins. It inspires us. It feeds our fondest wishes. It comforts us in times of romantic encounters and coats past memories with soothing pastels that belie the reality of our past entanglements. It is that multicolored rainbow that follows the hail and thunder of lost loves. It helps us think wonderful thoughts and harbor grand visions of a life that could be, should be, might be but seldom is.

Certain songs become indelible imprints of moments in time that we want to hold onto forever. A faction of our life perfectly captured by some song that brings back the sights and sounds and emotions of some unforgettable experience.

It’s an elixir for our soul. A balm for our pains. Music is a narcotic I eagerly ingest each day. A lifelong addiction I relish. My love of music is a wonderful heritage I want to pass on to my grandchildren and feed their addiction as well. To help them create their own musical window, rich with the soothing sounds that satisfies their souls.

So I’ll stick to my vinyl and tapes and CDs and let my kids find the newest capsule for their tunes. The grandkids will be ahead of us in no time. Hopefully they’ll find their own musical window and despite the differences in tune-carriers, we can all share the music together.

Then we’ll all be able to claim our own version of classical music.