is the sound may or may not be better. But it certainly seems better and perhaps that's because there is more ceremony, more care, more ritual to the playing of a vinyl record that the leaping through a digital play-list. More insistence on listening as the band would have preferred, too. You have to slow down a bit, you're probably putting work aside and maybe you're actually listening to the music.
It's true of coffee you personally have taken from bean to brew. Of a casserole where the potatoes are from your garden. Of a jumper you knitted yourself.
The slow of life is vital. Sometimes in the search for efficiency and convenience we just leave the fast; that's OK for a quick buzz but ultimately it's a little unsatisfying and just leaves us seeking the next and bigger bit of speed. Which surely means it's all over too quickly.