I remember when I was very little there were those special occasions when my father allowed us to pick a record from his collection and he would play it, songs

I remember when I was very little there were those special occasions when my father allowed us to pick a record from his collection and he would play it, songs from strange and ancient looking albums which, as I realized decades later, were all the classic albums of the 60ies and 70ies. I also remember the "pop" sound when you pressed the ON button on the stereo, and then the thing lit up like a christmas tree, literally dozens of red LEDs and golden background lighting and the speed checker light of the turntable. As a kid, I had dozens and dozens of cassettes and later CDs that I carelessly threw around my room, they were cheap and it was nothing special. My father, on the other hand, valued the vinyl collection he built up as a teenager in the early 70ies higher than anything else of material value in our house. His generation had a completely different relationship to music than the following ones.