Jag vet inte om ni minns det här men för någon månad sedan postade Tobbe en länk till en artikel om en snubbe som försökte bli av med sin skivsamlingen men som inte lyckades. Han hade över en miljon plattor. Nu har någon gjort en dokumentär om den här snubben.

Paul Mawhinney was born and raised in Pittsburgh, PA. Over the years he has amassed what has become the world’s largest record collection. Due to health issues and a struggling record industry Paul is being forced to sell his collection.Unfassbar aber wahr, er hat bis heute kein einziges, ernsthaftes Angebot bekommen. Wenn sich jemand bereiterklärt, [...]

via Notes from a Different Kitchen and Nahright:This is a beautifully shot short about Paul Mawhinney and his records, which he owns more of than anyone else in the world. Before watching it, I had seen it posted a couple of times, and decided to ignore it, thinking it'd be another dry feature of someone and his collection. But, it's actually kind of a tragic story about a man and his relics from a bygone era; a victim of the supposed "death of vinyl."I, by no means, am a vinyl-only snob; Serato has been a life saver. However, I love vinyl. I love the thrill of finding a soul classic in the dollar bin. I love the sound when you first drop the needle onto the groove and the ensuing static and scratches that soothe you before the music comes on. I love 12" by 12" album cover art, something you can never appreciate with cd inserts or tiny .jpg mp3 icons in iTunes. I miss frantically flipping through vinyl during a set to find the right song; I miss the actual physical motion of having to put a new vinyl on the tables after each song. Scrolling through playlists and hitting Shift-Left or Shift-Right ain't the same.With each step of technological advancement that makes art easier and more accessible, I feel the soul being taken away from it little by little. It's those flaws, that difficulty in achievement, that made some things special. Shit, kids don't even have to experience a record skipping anymore...I remember the scene in Scratch where DJ Shadow is sitting amongst thousands of stacked LPs and he talks about it being a humbling experience going through these piles of "broken dreams." For a lot of musicians, those vinyl, those LPs with their name in the title or credits, are the only proof that they ever existed and created art.Right now, our art, our work, ceases to exist in the physical realm. They exist in 0's and 1's that can be lost at the whim of our capricious external hard drives.