Why does nobody talk about the 62 year old at the Chicago record shop who gave my CD a 4/10 to my face?
I was at a used record shop on Milwaukee Ave in Chicago about 5 weeks ago, flipping through CDs, when the owner, a 62 year old guy named Sal, asked what I was holding. I told him it was a 1998 album I'd rated a solid 9/10 for 20 years, and he just said "that's a 4, maybe a 5 if I'm being nice" and handed it back. He then pulled out his own notebook with hand written scores for over 3,000 albums, all logged since 1979, and let me flip through it. Part of me thinks scores like his are the real deal because he sat with each record for years, and part of me thinks a single number can't cover an album that means different things at 19 and at 38. Now I can't decide if honest ratings should come fast, like first listen gut calls, or slow, like Sal's decades long log. So which side are you on, do you trust a score you gave on day one or only the one you'd still stand behind 10 years later?