From The Australian:
ONCE we bought collections of songs on vinyl records. Our favourites became totems and we listened to them over and over, as if under a spell. The music ended and we flipped the album again, letting it wash over us.
At times in my life I would have died for an album such as Van Morrison’s Astral Weeks, in which, with so much wonder and pain, he sang of his teenage years in the 1960s, free from uncertainty and sorrow.
Albums possessed context. It might be a consciously created atmosphere or subject, a cohesive sound or something that attached to your own experience, such as a love song.
