when people wonder where my fondness for collecting all things obsolete comes from…
dad used to be an audio/video engineer back in the days of analog.
during the digital shift, he basically decided, “i’m too old to learn all this shit,”
retired, and started collecting gear.
this isn’t even 1/10 of what’s scattered around the house.
we argue, a lot. he makes me so angry sometimes that i just want to shake him.
the rare times we do get along are when we’re together in his listening room
playing billie holiday records and agreeing on things like,
“they don’t make music like how they used to.”
and then i introduced him to wilco the other day and he said, “oh, this is good.”