My old turntable finally gave out. I took the thing apart, but there was no rescuing the disintegrating rubber belt. Kaput! As with anything you can’t have, I yearned to hear my old records. Most of them had been sent to me over the years by my parents. Viennese waltzes, delightful operettas and other indigenous sounds of my homeland.
I ordered an old-fashioned-looking apparatus that incorporated modern features. With a celebratory glass of wine, I am solo-dancing to the old sounds. Yes, there is some yodeling involved.
I think it is only fitting to show the fameous bronze of Johann Strauss in Vienna
Enjoy your dancing.
ReplyDeleteAs much as I love my iPod, there's just something about hearing the faint scratchy noises produced by a needle on a record. You sent me back into nostalgia-land. Thank you and I hope you're enjoying your weekend :)
ReplyDeleteWhat is better than holding a record, scanning it under strong light to make sure it isn't scratched, setting it on the turntable and then (carefully) putting the needle and arm on the record and listening to the music?
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