In the past year or two, cassette tapes have made a comeback. Those flimsy, low-fidelity, unaesthetic plastic pieces of obsolete technology have creeped back into music via contemporary culture's nostalgia fetish.
Before personal computers became ubiquitous, tapes made sense. You could record on them, reuse them, create mixtapes and they were easy to share with friends. They've never had the sound integrity of vinyl, but they empowered listeners to share and create. Nowadays, with the ability to instantly share mp3s online, tapes have little purpose other than empty nostalgia.
The problem with mp3s, though, is that they lack in sound quality. They don't carry the punch, richness or fidelity of vinyl records. Aside from a few lesser-known digital formats, vinyl is still the best way to ingest high-quality, unadulterated music. That's why the good folks at the Vinyl Preservation Society hold their meetings and espouse their pro-vinyl virtues on the fourth Wednesday of each month.
The March meeting is themed The Vinyl Zoo (take a minute and bask in silly mental pictures), and centers on songs and bands about or named after animals (bands named The Animals are OK, too). The theme of the evening is in tribute to The Monkees' Davy Jones, who passed away Feb. 29 from a heart attack.
As usual, the meeting starts with a social meet-and-greet, followed by open vinyl play for the remainder of the evening. Any and all styles of music are welcome, as long as it's delivered through a thick slab of imprinted vinyl--so don't you dare bring your CDs or tapes.