It’s amazing how music can pass down one generation to another. The complexity of sounds understood for years stacked on years - music is that bridge between the age gaps.
If you had to choose an audio archetype from your past, would you be the vinyl collector, drawn in by the lo-fi crackle? Or, part of the 90’s “remastered” crowd, who swear by the incremental boost in sound quality from a CD. Maybe you remember owning the first i-pod, walking around with 1,000 songs in your pocket. It doesn’t really matter who you relate to, the universality of music itself, the emotion, the way it brings you back to memories long forgotten… the visceral feeling of being drawn in, note by note.
This is Sounds from 87 Avenue Vol. II