Re: I have vinyl, what will I have in 10 years?
Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 7:20 pm
environmentalism is a unique scope to put this under, i hadn't even thought of that.
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This. Doesn't change my mind, right enough lol.-[2]DAY_- wrote:environmentalism is a unique scope to put this under, i hadn't even thought of that.
Why is DMZ01 and early Big Apple records worth loads now then?ghandi wrote:Vinyl as an investment, you've gotta be joking.
Just sold 150 records for £40. Was mostly acid techno from the mid to late 90s though![]()
Bought them years before I learnt to mix or had a computer, just wanted to hear at home what was being played at squat parties, you couldn't hear it anywhere else. These days you bring your tunes on a stick (wavs ofcourse) and if it gets pigged and the (shared) laptop is taken, so what.
Dreaming if you think your DMZ 003 will be worth anything in 10 years.
?ghandi wrote:Dreaming if you think your DMZ 003 will be worth anything in 10 years.
To most kids in the punk scene it's more of an economy thing. The logic is kinda cracked. But basically... short songs = little space = 7 inches instead of CD, because CDs are capable of far more and would be wasted on 5 or 10 minutes of music.apmje wrote:I'm a new DJ and play only vinyl...spend far too much money on it too!
I think this scene has a fairly healthly vinyl culture, just like punk still does.
Lol yeah... Have you even seen what 007 is worth today mate...grillis wrote:?ghandi wrote:Dreaming if you think your DMZ 003 will be worth anything in 10 years.
You referring to me? And i don't really think that's relevant as we're talking about the future here I just don't quite understand the statement about DMZ003Rönin wrote:Lol yeah... Have you even seen what 007 is worth today mate...grillis wrote:?ghandi wrote:Dreaming if you think your DMZ 003 will be worth anything in 10 years.
No, I quoted you because I'm too lazy to just take his quote, but what I meant is, it's more than obvious that dmz003 will be worth fuck tons in 10 years. Just like old Beatles records are worth fuck tons nowgrillis wrote:You referring to me? And i don't really think that's relevant as we're talking about the future here I just don't quite understand the statement about DMZ003Rönin wrote:Lol yeah... Have you even seen what 007 is worth today mate...grillis wrote:?ghandi wrote:Dreaming if you think your DMZ 003 will be worth anything in 10 years.
Scratched up vinyl that sounds like shit.I have vinyl, what will I have in 10 years?
By then ull be dead and your kids will be throwing ur beloved dmz003 like a frisbee in your backyardRönin wrote:No, I quoted you because I'm too lazy to just take his quote, but what I meant is, it's more than obvious that dmz003 will be worth fuck tons in 10 years. Just like old Beatles records are worth fuck tons nowgrillis wrote:You referring to me? And i don't really think that's relevant as we're talking about the future here I just don't quite understand the statement about DMZ003Rönin wrote:Lol yeah... Have you even seen what 007 is worth today mate...grillis wrote:?ghandi wrote:Dreaming if you think your DMZ 003 will be worth anything in 10 years.
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apmje wrote:jinxkal wrote:
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more here http://www.stompmag.com/record-store-day-2011/Flicking through what I got, and it isn’t a lot compared to other vinyl collectors, I’m looking for the reason why I bothered to start collecting in the first place. Yea, you can’t throw it on your iPod… it’s true you can’t get the whole back catalogue in a matter of seconds by clicking some download button while scratchin’ your arse… but it really isn’t about that.
It’s about the journeys and stories behind every record. Arriving home with a fresh batch and kickin’ back for the day, checking out to what you got. It’s about listening from start to finish, no skipping between tracks, no repeat button, no randomisation… you are in for the journey from Side A to D. You are listening to rediscover the lost art of the album, when artists and producers spent day after day forging the ultimate running order, when it was about feel, about the journey…
You are listening to hear the stories, even the ones that don’t involve you. Listening for those second hand discs that wear the battle scars of late nights in clubs or house parties… scratches that tell of drunken punters knocking into the turntables or the feint mark of a beer stain from some late night after-party; forgotten by everyone but the vinyl. You don’t right click a record to read its “date of creation” or when it was “last modified”, a record’s history is engrained on its surface forever, every bump and bruise… every huge drop at the club, and every resulting rewind.
It’s about the album art, from the crazy to the colourful and everything in between, big enough to get lost in, small enough to keep a whole gallery full of masterpieces in your bedroom.
It’s about a sound that shits all over everything else in a club. It’s about knowing that you are listening to the closest thing to pure vibration after the live performance itself.
It’s about dropping a track at the wrong speed, and it sounding better than the real thing.
It’s about THAT record… that one you’ve been looking for… the one that has only ever appeared in dreams and computer screens. It’s that diamond in the rough at a car boot sale.. stuffed between Hungarian folk music and Chris de Burgh…
It’s about buying the Hungarian folk music as well just because “you have a feeling”… and being completely wrong.
It’s about giving something back. It’s about knowing months and years have gone into every bit of it, and walking out of a store with something physical under your arm that keeps people with jobs and food on the table.
Of course you could scratch your arse and click download… call yourself a music lover and boast about how many terabytes of Depeche Mode B-sides you have on your hard drive… or you could turn off the computer, and reconnect.