There is a little something special about old things, don’t you think? It’s no secret that in my heart of hearts I really do thrift most of the interesting little pieces we have lying around the house. A grunged up dress here, a cute little tray there… it all comes second hand. It’s just so much easier on the wallet and the land which we share with our family, both human and animal. I suppose “old” is just my style.
Indeed, even the things we have that are not second hand seem to look as if they were. A vintage inspired rug, sofa, pillows, bedding… but mostly, I like to do things the old way sometimes. This is especially true of an afternoon filled with my music, but I’ll do it with anything at times. Coffee, tea, a classic novel. Why? Because the old way is often slower, more deliberate, even artful. While I do like to have chores done quickly, the little things that bring us joy should be savored. Music is no exception. In fact, I think music is integral to living life as a piece of art, and that this is most powerfully done the old, slow way.
For this reason, I love vinyl. If I can have a favorite album on vinyl, I want to. I love to watch it spin. I love to carefully lower the needle, to hear that pop when it first touches those black ridges. The slowness of it makes me say “yes, this is what I want” as I grab a cup of Earl Grey and sit to savor each note and watch the needle do its magic. It’s a slow living catharsis.
And that is what I want – to live slowly, with art and integrity in mind. It helps to recuperate from a world that constantly rushes us into the next thing. This season, try to slow down just for a day, an afternoon. Slow living is fading and it is up to us to bring it back to full saturation. Appreciate that which is simple.