A hundred million songs in your pocket, or forty minutes on a slab of plastic you have to flip. One is how everyone listens. The other is how everyone wishes they listened.
Everything, everywhere, for the price of a record a month
The record, the sleeve, the ritual
Vinyl is lovely, and the comeback is real: the ritual, the artwork, the ownership. If you want to listen to one album properly on a Sunday, nothing beats it, and we own plenty.
But the argument isn't about Sunday. It's about the other six days, where streaming has put the whole history of recorded music in everyone's pocket and introduced more people to more music than any technology ever. Streaming, with a turntable in the corner.