Originally Posted by Kathleen

I remember college parties when some drunk s c r a t c h e d the needle across my precious new record.
I remember being too drunk to bother getting up to turn the damn things over and play the other side.
And then - just like tape - every time you played a record, you knew you were ruining the media, just a little bit more. I had favorite records that I bought 4 or more times by the time CDs came out.
If you had little kids you had to keep telling them not to bump or jump in the living room because the needle would jump and cause a pop.