Cigarette Burn Pictures

As a purveyor of the short format, or a "sprinter", to borrow a term from Ray Bradbury, I watch a great many short films. And like any other medium, many of them are good, but most of them are wretched. However, a few of these manage to rise above the rest and tell a story that is both compelling and fun to watch. 

In those who grew up cruising record stores, I've noticed a certain reverence for vinyl. When you talk about the state of music in the presence of these people, they get a far away look in their eye and declare that music has never been the same since, not just file sharing, but cassette tapes. They will be eager to tell you that nothing compares to walking into a record store, physically searching for an album in a series of long bins, taking it home and listening to it start to finish. They will also be quick to point out, that imperfection of sound is a grand part of the experience. That every pop and hiss creates a level of personality to the music that you can't get with iTunes. That this format for music, is perfect in its imperfection.

So the Christmas Special is coming, maybe two holidays late (after New Year's) but  if you were as busy as me these past two weeks, I know you'll understand.