This post is part of my Farewell Transmission series, in which I attempt to explain and trace the reasons why I gave up my life to music and broadcasting.
My first memory of a vinyl record is seeing it sailing across our living room. It shattered upon impact. This record was in the air thanks to my own ingenuity. At the age of three, I realized that these discs were light enough to toss and a perfect substitute for Frisbees. This particular record was a part of the Golden Book & Record series.
Contained on the 7-inch 33 1/3 RPM record was a children’s story to accompany the book packaged with the disc. I enjoyed destruction more than the content, so the record never really stood a chance. Our family didn’t make many new vinyl purchases after that.
Though no music was contained on the record I destroyed, I still feel guilty about how careless I was with it. I now know the importance of vinyl and other recording mediums. These pieces of plastic can contain audio that can alter moods and change lives. That particular story contained on the record might not have had a major influence on me, but the act of utilizing the record certainly could have.
I didn’t hold another vinyl record for 16 years. Imagine all that I could have heard and experienced in that time! If I had become interested in the medium and not how gracefully they cruised around the house, I might have realized what havoc I was going to impose on myself much sooner. Eventually I’d lose my life to audio. Though I’ve never looked back, it would have been nice to have some time to prepare and say my goodbyes.