One of my all time favorite albums, and also one of my biggest regrets, having “upgraded” it to a CD a couple decades ago. Yeah, CDs offer convenience, and some older recordings transitioned fine from analog to digital. But for some albums, like Robin Trower’s second solo effort, it just seems like the soul gets stripped out of them.
I’ve been looking for a good vinyl copy of this album for a while now. I decided to stop at a local music store on my way home today, so I could gawk at and drool over the guitars I wish I was able to play more than a couple chords on, and also sift through their used record bins. And there it was, along with a few too many others albums that bridge my “in search of” list.