If there ever was an album that cried out to be spun on vinyl, it’s this one. Just set it turning, drop the needle and suddenly you’re on a shabby couch in a college dorm room in 1953, making out with a co-ed in glasses who has no idea how cute she is or what’s she’s going to be whispering in your ear by the time the album spins to a close.
Am I getting carried away? Sure — that’s what this LP, in its devious and sinuous way, is all about.
I feel the same way about Clifford With Strings. Its best listened to on Vinyl.
Clifford Brown?
Yes. I’m still looking for a good copy of it that isn’t too expensive.
There seems to be a fairly recent 200-gram Japanese repressing available, selling for about $50. Aside from that one would just have to trust to luck to find a used original LP in decent condition.