You can talk "digital re-mastering" on records until the cows come home – if bovines in the living room suit you – but nothing compares to the warmth, immediacy and crispness of vinyl.

Mr. wOw was reminded of this recently when he pulled out an old Billie Holiday album. He was just in the mood. Well, the mood stuck and now from every corner of my overloaded Colliers Brothers abode, I have retrieved most of my vinyl albums. Well, about one hundred of them were discarded many years back, when we all had to give in to CDs, but many stayed on. Mr. wOw is a big sentimentalist about certain things.

So now his turntable is turning again, and I even bought a new needle and all the accoutrement of playing records – those special dusters for the vinyl. Mr. wOw is in heaven, feeling as warm and crisp and immediate as the sounds he loves.

So, he just wanted to share some of the albums spinning at home right now, and ask if anybody out there has been similarly inclined to hold onto this "outmoded" form of musical entertainment. (Or is he tragically alone and antique?) Here’s a sampling: the original cast albums of "Hair"; "My Fair Lady"; "Kiss Me, Kate"; the movie soundtracks of "Gigi," "The Boyfriend," "The V.I.P.," "The Misfits," "Hairspray," "Goldfinger"; "Warner Bros: Fifty Years of Film Music"; "Love Me or Leave Me"; Peggy Lee’s "I’m a Woman"; "Lena Horne on the Blue Side"; Sarah Vaughan’s "Drinking Again"; "Marlene Dietrich Live at the Cafe de Paris"; "The Fabulous Josephine Baker"; "Aretha’s Gold"; "Piaf: I Regret Nothing"; "Donovan’s Greatest Hits"; "The Best of the Mamas and the Papas"; Madonna’s "True Blue"; Frank Sinatra’s "Only the Lonely"; "Etta James Rocks the House"; Elton John’s "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road"; Dylan’s "Blonde on Blonde"; assorted Joan Baez and Springsteen; "Gogi Grant: Shout!"; The Beatles’ "White Album" and "Abbey Road"; The Stones’ "Aftermath," "Some Girls" and "Their Satanic Majesties Request"; Mae West’s "Way Out West"; "Judy at Carnegie Hall" (Oh, come on, you knew that one was coming!); and "Swinging Dors," an album of "rock" music performed by Britain’s late great sexpot/character actress, Miss Diana Dors.

Alas, this is only – please pardon the vinyl pun – scratching the surface of what Mr. wOw has held on to. Some call it eclectic. Others (most others) say, "You are really crazy!"

I am sure now you understand a bit more Mr. W’s disordered state of mind. Though I don’t expect you to go any easier on him!