my dad took his old JBL speakers that he bought new in college:
and restored them to their original like-new condition. Then he bought 2 more, and restored those. Then he took his old turn table and restored it. Then he got out all of his old vinyl and my mom's old vinyl from college, and set-up a lounge area in our mother-in-law apartment above the garage. My Dad and my Mom sit up there and blast their old vinyl on most nights, drinking beer and dancing like they're 20 again. We went over last night and watched Monday night football with the sound muted and Neil Young and The Lost Gonzo band blasting.
I guess my point is...you can go back there, you know.
Ive been sad with the whole hardcore/experimental scene, no more blood brothers or refused, but been lisening to a lot if indie/folk like my local hommie Fences. Also a Bob Dylan record every morning on the vinyl with my coffee, perfect dayz