I was surprised that multiple places at the mall with a more convincing Easter Bunny (anyone know the movie?) had vinyl albums for sale.

Just putting on an album and leaving it to play resonates with me—no 20-second clips to find the right song, endless scrolling, pop-ups, jumping around, etc.

But then I think back to not having access to just about every song recorded in the last 100+ years for $10 or so a month, and I am immediately out.