I don’t own any vinyl records, but recently I was wondering about grooves – specifically, how often the stylus of a record player wears down into the record, carving a valley, damaging the sound, making it unlikely the stylus would ever escape. It turns out this isn’t how it works – from the sixties onwards the industry developed reliable, diamond-tipped styluses unlikely to damage records.
But I still have that dramatic image in my head. The stylus getting too set in its groove, carving down through it over time, forming a circle, eventually melting through to the other side. Then the pieces of the record fly off the player.
Today’s post is about not getting stuck in your own groove, and being open to novelty. Features dogs and monoliths.