Watched this documentary on Creation Records the other night, followed by a bunch of 'Creation at the BBC'-type live music clips. The Jesus & Mary Chain, My Bloody Valentine, Television Personalities, Teenage Fanclub... major nostalgia trip back to the late 80s/early 90s UK music scene, halycon days of hellhole flats, charity shop cardigans, Doc Martins, cheap beer, ten-Silk-Cut-and-a-box-of-matches-please and all the fuzzy-haired clueless intensity of my early twenties. And then we sat up way too late dragging all our old records out of the cupboard and playing them on the turntable, and it was awesome. You just can't make a CD or an MP3 sound that way; there's a boom and a depth to the sound of vinyl, a sense of real space and solid objects, instruments and crowds, that can't be imitated. And sleeve artwork, back when it meant something because it was aimed at a 12" square canvas that people might conceivably pin on their wall or have lasered onto a t-shirt. I'm so glad we kept all those ratty, dog-eared albums.