Music has always been a big part of my life, and owning physical copies has always been something both myself and my older brother pride ourselves on. When I was about 14, I had a collection of albums around 100-150 strong (albeit, significantly less than my brother at that stage). Hand-me-down albums, garage sale pick ups – you name it, anything I could get my hands on, I was after it. One time we had a big family gathering at our house and I was in my room listening to a secondhand Beatles CD I’d picked up somewhere waiting for everyone to filter in. My Grandpa’s brother popped down the corridor, having recognised the tune. I remember him saying something to me like “Oh this is a great song, sounds even better on wax though!” to which I returned a puzzled look. I had no clue what he was talking about. He went on to tell me about his vinyl collection and some of the “crackers” he had (a common term both him and my grandpa still use). He could clearly tell this truly piqued my interest because a week or two later, I had a package in the mail. A weathered copy of “A Hard Day’s Night” – the first record I ever owned and ultimately the one that kickstarted my very own vinyl collection.