“Ladies and gentleman, the impossible has happened. CDs, those much-maligned rings of polycarbonate plastic despised by musos for being soulless, corporate and lacking in texture, have officially become cool. ...I saw a play this week in which twentysomethings pretended to be oldsters by adding talc to their hair, groaning whenever they stood up, and lamenting that their lives were over with nothing to show for it. The hero was 49 - two years older than my present age. Clearly, I may myself be about to become retro chic.”
First they came for the vinyl, now it’s our CDs. I’ve a cupboard full of cassette tapes (the 1980s) waiting to be rediscovered.