Happy to be heading to @CleveOrchestra for some Beethoven this week

VINYL ... I remember. The smell of the packaging, the touch (the wobble, pressed against both palms), the angling, nudging onto the turntable, the meticulous, gentle descent of the stylus arm as it was laid to rest on the outermost groove. Then, to stand back – a few silent revolutions of the black sphere; and finally… Music! CDs were always somehow aloof. A kind of perfection which humans strive for but end up rising above. "I don't want to kiss someone tasting of toothpaste", said Adele Marcus, my all-too-human piano teacher at Juilliard. The CD somehow has always just returned from the dentist – squeaky clean, but unsmiling. And now, nearly 40 years later, an old friend has returned. I'm not sure that our relationship will be the same as it was in those years when this was the only friend in town. But I'm very happy to see him again. Can you still spin as you did? Shall we dance? A Waltz perhaps ... @hyperionrecords @UMG