-- Nick Hornby, author of High Fidelity
There's such a record store at the basement of Makati Cinema Square with a small treasure trove of Broadway soundtracks on vinyl. I go there to run my hands all over the previously-owned albums, read and re-read the liner notes, feel their history, wish they were less expensive than their current prices so I could purchase one or two and begin a new collection. Then I remember I need to buy a turntable first, and a decent sound system, before I could enjoy the warm, idiosyncratic sound of vinyl. Sigh.
True story, all the way from Sorsogon, circa my high school years. Hick enters a record store, then stocked only with cassette tapes and vinyl albums. “Igwa kamo sin 'Yamaha Yamaso?'” (Do you have 'Yamaha Yamaso'?), he inquires. Staff scratches his head at the Japanese title. “Nano an tono?'” (How does the song go?), he asks the customer. Man eases himself from the counter and begins singing and dancing the song--Modern Talking's You're My Heart, You're My Soul.