I feel your pain.
"When I was 13 I had my very own cassette player, and I bought my music on cassette. It felt, to use a wonderfully old-fashioned word, modern. And back then one of my favourite albums was Bowie's DIAMOND DOGS.
I bought it again on CD a few years ago, when it was re-released, and while it sounded the same, there was something wrong, and I couldn't figure out what it was.
I played it again last night, as part of my personal background soundtrack to working on Charles Burns' BLACK HOLE, and suddenly I knew. The tracks were in the wrong order -- that is, they were in the right order for the LP, but the cassette release had reordered them to use equal amounts of tape on each side, and that was what I'd played over and over as a boy. Diamond Dogs had to be followed by Rock and Roll With Me, for example, not with Sweet Thing. After all these years, I still remembered the cassette song-sequence, and expected it.
A few minutes of iPod fiddling, and I found myself listening to Diamond Dogs just as I did when I was 13. The creaking sound in the background was the hinges of the world turning back thirty years, comfortably and well."
When I started buying cassettes, and then CDs, instead of LPs, the sound of the original was so imprinted on my brain that I knew when all the scratches/skips on the record was.It bothered me that they weren't there anymore. It's nice to know there are other obsessives out there like me.