Not everything ages well. Tweets and rash social media posts are a great example. Twitter’s lack of an edit button ensures that tweet vintage remains pure and unrefined.

Is it worth anything? I don’t care. I’m keeping this one forever. Pretty sure you can’t get green vinyl on Pandora.

Music is an exception. The good stuff ages like a fine Cabernet, as does the gear used to experience it.

Recently, I got a bug up my butt to dig out my old stereo. For you millennials, those are kind of like fax machines. Anyway, this system was purchased back when station wagons roamed the earth, say 1977 give or take a year. The original Yamaha receiver died (may it rest in peace) so I had to replace that with a significantly newer Denon. But the Sony turntable and Polk Audio speakers are original. I upgraded the cartridge and stylus to an Audio Technica something or other back in 1981.

Perhaps the most interesting thing is listening to an album side – as designed by the artist. In the era of single-track purchases, does anyone meticulously lay out an album side anymore? Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon might be the clearest example of the elegance of writing and ordering songs to follow a carefully orchestrated progression, but most any original album followed that roadmap back in the day.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the convenience and infinite availability of digital music too. There’s just nothing quite like analog with a few subtle clicks and pops thrown in for effect.