You would expect a 54-year-old vinyl record to have some scratches, clicks and pops, but my copy is amazingly clean. That, I guess, is a testament to the training in record handling I received from my band director, Rick Laughlin.
While my contemporaries thought nothing of clamping greasy fingers onto the grooves, I took special care to never touch the grooves lest oils from my skin capture dust. I always handled LPs by the edge and made a point of returning them to their jackets as soon as they came off of the turntable.
Consequently, my vinyl record collection is still worth digitizing.
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