Recently I came up with a little analogy. Records are to CDs what candlelight is to the light bulb. One is perfect, clean, reliable. But the other brings extra qualities to the experience. The joy of watching a record spin, the needle lowering to the groove, like the comforting smell of the burning candle, the flickering shadows on the wall. Beauty is imperfection. That said, I can understand why people who grew up with vinyl, dealing with scratched records and damanged needles, would be glad to move on. I think the appeal of vinyl is mostly in the ritual and the cover art, and it is very novel for those of Generation Y, like myself, who grew up knowing only CDs.