What is it about spinning vinyl?


I just turned the system off several minutes ago. I had been listening to a great, high res file of Tower of Power, best horn section ever. As many know I have been sans turntable for 8 months. I sold my old one and ordered a new one but you know the story. Covid delays. It is under construction now.  Anyway, as I turned the system off I got this real urge to play a record. The wizard inside did not feel like turning the computer back on. It wanted a record. Grumpy, I decided to hit the sack. 
Think about that. I have a terabyte and a half of digital files sitting there in a hard drive.  Everything from Bach to Captain Beefheart. It had to be a record. No record, bedtime. It was not about the music. It was about the mechanical act of playing a record. I've been doing it since I was four years old. My dad got me a Zenith portable for my fourth birthday. You know, with the black cobra tonearm complete with eyes! Is it just repetitive behavior. Perhaps there is some sort of psychological explanation. Happy associations? Platter hypnosis? Maybe it is that we get emotionally attached to certain behaviors. 
mijostyn
@whart  - I own Patto - "Patto" on Vertigo Swirl. I love it! And it's fun to watch it spin around.....
edgewear, a mutant industrial vacuum cleaner dances about a mysterious night time camp fire. Festoons. Dozens of imported castanets, clutched by the horrible suction of it's heavy duty hose, waving with marginal erotic abandon in the midnight autumn air. This linear progression wreaked havoc on the drug laden minds of flower power adolescents.

Weasels Rip my Flesh, Neon Park, Sailing Shoes, Lowell George, Hot Rats. Circular. 
Mijostyn

Exactly what I mean. Driving a manual transmission car is a PITA but it sure is fun. Makes you feel more engaged with the driving experience. You become part of the machine that is your car.
Spinning vinyl is a PITA but you are engaged, almost like you are part of the performance you are enjoying. The side benefit of this tactile experience is simply how wonderful it sounds.
Mijostyn, that’s quite an imaginative description of Chunga’s Revenge. If the unsuspecting hippies didn’t get enough punishment from his wrath, we could send in Nanook to rub their eyes in a circular motion with the deadly yellow snow, right there where the husky’s go.

Dropping Zappa quotes in the middle of a conversations when you least expect it is source of amusement we greatly enjoy in this household. Another harmless ritual for people who have outgrown the ordinary.