I did. I remember when, as a child, I would carefully climb the ladder to my grandmother's attic, turn on the dust-covered bulb hanging in it's chain and overlook the treasures just waiting to be discovered. I would move further into the jungle of hidden left-overs from long passed times with anticipation of what was to be explored, and then - after delighting in the feeling of having all the time in the world at my hands - choose one trunk, one box or one drawer. Opening the carefully chosen item filled with hidden time, I would take the first thing my eyes would see - a magazine, a wristwatch or maybe a collection of old, faded photographs.
Oh, my Lord. What a feeling. Everything I could touch would prove to be a marvel.
A paper on the life and ways of frogs - written by my dad when he was a fourth grader. A pocket watch with a name engraved - a name unknown to me. But a name I would have to ask my granny about - and she would tell me stories. Stories about a man and his watch. A tin soldier, still with remains of the paint showing the colors of his uniform. Later I would learn, that this piece of toy was once in my grandfather's possession - a birthday present from when he celebrated his seventh birthday.
An attic of treasures. A time machine. An infinite history lesson. A world to dive into - until somebody called for me with the message that dinner was ready.
I would then reappear in the present tense with spider's web in my hair, stars in my eyes and lost worlds whirling around inside my head.
Today I was back in my granny's attic once again. No, not really, since she left this world 40 years ago - but the feeling was much the same.
A man by the name of Cliff Bolling has made me a digital attic. An attic with old music.
He has carefully recorded his large collection of 78 rpm records. He's recorded 3739 titles until now - and he still has lots more to record.
Couldn't Hear Nobody Pray. Jump The Blues Away. Pine Top Blues.
These are only three of many, many titles to be heard. Miles after miles of unknown territory to explore. Sort of My Grandmother's Attic Revisited.
If you wish, follow me up the ladder.
UPDATE August 22nd 2008: Seems like the mention on various weblogs and stuff made his webhost shut down the site due to massive downloads. The site is up again, but no downloads, alas. The owner is working on a stream-solution. Let's see about that. The above link still works.