My mother was always inflicting some kind of culture on us. A lot of interactive art, books, and we always had a portable record player and a heap of 45s. What came from the record player was, having control of music in our personal spaces. It got to be kind of a way of life. I thought everyone must also have music like that.
The other day, I asked my youngest son, who is 28, if he ever played a vinyl record before. He had not. I showed him the cleaning ritual, and let him work the turntable. The look on his face when the music started was of surprise. He looked at it, looked at me, looked at it, and was kind of taken by it, and the analog/physical quality of the whole thing. The idea of it taking a bit of a good eye and a steady hand to dare to pick a song from the middle of the record and have it land, just so. I expect he will revisit it. Oddly enough, he likes '40s swing music and jazz, along with most of the classic rock I listen to. That swing music is best captured on vinyl. Maybe I pick up some of those records and see what he does with it from there.
Anyway, there is hope for him, and I made him promise that my beloved gear won't end up on ebay or traded for some lame video game, or weed. After I am gone, I am betting these will be the things that keep him connected to his old man.