There is a point inlife when the things you haven't heard become something resembling a foreign land.
They are a collection of infinite possibilities.Regarding the re-mastered jazz albums; they are 200 gram vinyl pressings; I bought all they had, 14 albums. If these exist then somewhere there are others not of the same ilk but of the same mystery.
The concept that there are people doing this is what intriques me.
Forget that they are vinyl but that they are even here at all is fascinating.
In the words of Jerry Seinfeld," Who Are These People?"