Maybe it’s my age, but I don’t like vinyl records. Until 1982 my entire record collection was 7” and 12" vinyl. It was a dust magnet, cleaning was hit-and-miss, with the damage caused by leaving dust on the surface or removing it arguably equal. My heart would break if a much-loved disc developed a flaw, which seemed inevitable. So in late 1982 I dashed out to a local HiFi shop and handed over £550 for the first Sony Compact Disc player.
I miss the large album covers with their often elaborate designs, and the comprehensive liner notes. I don’t miss the discs themselves. Digital sound is far superior to the old technology. I regard vinyl as the domain of the completist, the kind of collector who has to have everything related to an artist or recording.