Sunday, August 19, 2007

from the "boy, am I old" dept.

I can still remember the day, 25 years ago, when the compact disc arrived and turned my massive collection of cassette tapes into sonic dinosaurs. Those tapes were soon pushed aside, began collecting dust and eventually disappeared.

But despite the CDs giant leap forward in sound quality, my collection of records is still safe and sound in a Winnipeg basement. They may be scratched and worn, but there is something about the record that makes it more like a book. Neither of which I can throw away.

The BBC has a little look back at the beginnings of the CD. Good reading on a Sunday morning. Click here.

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