My digital camera is an artist. It didn’t screw up my pictures in some mundane way. It inserted some wry counterpoint and some beautiful geometric juxtapositions. It elevated my own commentary into works of art that I now happily claim as my own creations.
Many historic recordings have finally migrated online so we can all hear them. Because it’s so energizing to close your eyes and feel these printed names come alive again, I’ve linked a few here.