Today's technology allows me to download all GD stuff in MP3 onto my moby (cell) all safely stored in a cloud, in preference to streaming. And that's really cool. But, imho, the output quality on mobile phones just ain't the same as vinyl. The sound quality of vinyl is something else, there's no comparison, again imho.
So, out and about it's headphones on with my moby. But at home, it's vinyl time, speakers on full blast, jump up and down and blow my fuckin' head off. Awesome.
Also, maybe it's me, but there's a sorta affinity when buying a vinyl record like a photo, a snapshot in time.
Back in December '91, after seeing GD live for the first time, I couldn't wait to get hold of my copy of Kerplunk from my local underground (literally) record store. The feeling of queuing up to collect my copy from the guy behind the counter. My whole body is shaking with excitement. But first, the inspection. The guy carefully takes the record out of it's sleeve making sure not to touch the record surface. Shows me each side of record. But wait, there's a mark there, is that a scratch. Fuck that, another copy please, it must be perfect. Leave the store with my copy in shiny plastic bag.
My personal vinyl copy that would be a part of me and change my life for ever. Body, soul and spirit. Both the music and the lyrics. More valuable than a bar of gold.
It's scratched to fuck now, cover totally trashed.(Got a new copy though). And still brings back, not only the thrill of an amazing new sound at the time, but what was going on in my life at the time. And this feeling repeated itself every time I bought each new GD record, in vinyl of course.