LP's were the excuse I had to let girls into my bedroom with my Foster Father. "But she doesn't have a Record Player". I used to love the ritual. Tearing off the Cellophane, blowing on the disc, reading the sleevenotes etc. I don't miss the sound, but to this day, hearing certain Albums evoke memories of when I bought the LP, the first time I heard it or the rituals involved. Edit I had a Dual CS 505 for the curious.