Pity the youth that will never know the sound; or, maybe, as we’re well into vinyl’s resurgence, all of us already know: the rhythmic, metronomic skip, skip, skipping noise of a record player’s needle at the media’s inner circle. The static from the trackless middle. The bursts, persistent yet intermittent. When a side’s songs were all played out, the old record players from the 1970s and `80s would keep their discs spinning, with needle and arm sitting above a small, inside circle, emitting a skip, skip, skip from the monotonous core.
Five games into a losing streak, with no home games in sight, the first months of the Portland Timbers’ 2019 season have reached their inner circle.