Tuesday, while walking through the hallowed halls of Capitol Records' studios, in Hollywood, surrounded by decades of recorded musical history, I had a conversation with a friend regarding album art: the power it can wield, and its demise over the past 20+ years, thanks to, first, compact discs, and more recently MP3s (guilty). This got me thinking about the relationship between music and its presentation, both visually, and in the sense of the packaging itself. Despite the ease, and immediacy, of digital music I still love the tactile sense of a physical album in my hands, be it vinyl, or . . .
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