OK, I gotcha. The weakest point in any technological device, that provision made for a mechanical interface with a human host, is an easy target to take out. Just like the delicate screen on my phone when I hit it with a bolt.
Sad, but true.

I have all of the Herbie Hancock Blue Notes on CD and quite a few more, but I have not even seen this one in years, let alone on an LP.
I met Hancock once. He was booked for our jazzfest which used to be a bigger thing than it is now. The concert was rained out, but some tents were still up and my son and I were checking out some media, continuing our conversation about how bummed we were to have missed Herbie Hancock.
Suddenly, out of the shadows from the back of this tent emerged a kind spectre who asked, "So who is this little man?" as he walked straight up and shook my son's hand. I was surprised to see him still around after festivities had been canceled. My son was 12 at the time.
He then turned and offered me his hand and said, "Daddyo (he flipping called me Daddyo!), I can't thank you enough for bringing him out like this and bringing him up to appreciate our music." But, it felt inclusive, though, not like he meant "our" as in a band he runs, but he included me and my son as a part of what he does.
We spent a half hour there (a crowd had begun to gather) and he offered to give my son a CD. My son chose "Empyrean Isles" which I probably play more than any other. Herbie Hancock signed the inner pad and thanked me again. I wanted to pay, but he said that I already had.
It's still a little emotional for me, how
he made over my young son, talking to my son like he was a grown up, asking who his favorites were, but it's great to have a safe place to share these tales of a gifted life.
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This one I have not seen in a while.