It turns out that streamed music isn’t an artefact in neither format nor artistic integrity. The underlying tracks found in streaming are subject to change, and they may also be different to those on the original album. But my 1987 CD will always be 1987 songs.<p>My kid gets this, he hears it, and to my surprise he’s playing all my records. And some he’s bought himself. He doesn’t mind turning a record over, or walking to the stereo, or listening to a side in full. He’s making his own memories and his own associations, it turns out that it’s more powerful for him with something he holds in his hands.<p>The sequencing and timing between tracks turns out to be crucial too. Too many songs on streaming are split or stutter when they’re supposed to segue smoothly into one another, or the single version appears as an album track and sounds weird, or there’s a different delay between two songs everyone. It breaks the rhythm, even the one you can’t hear.