"We're giving away vinyl LPs!" announced a friend. In the 1970s, on every move: I got to carry the LPs. When CDs came out, the discs in my spine welcomed the discs in the jewel cases. At last I will have my revenge. When I am done, I hope to be able to work 60 records into one suit of vinyl armor.
I fancy myself an artist. So why have I not donned a beret? The why is plain old lack of confidence. All spawned by economics and the academic nature of fine art.