This week I was overcome with the idea of plugging in my “record player”. My record collection lays boxed up in the closet in my home office. For the past ten years (tomorrow!) we have owned our current house, I have never connected the turntable.
At one point in my life I was going to buy at least two dozen needles so that I could listen to my albums for the rest of my life, but I never did. I worried how long my one and only needle would last. How could I live without listening to them?
Today I went down to the basement and found the turntable packaged in the original box. I always saved the boxes because my stereo was my most cherished possession. When I graduated from college I used my graduation money to buy the system. I remember my aunt chastising me for this decision. Did she not understand? I had been a college D.J. from my second week on campus. I worked my way up to be Station Manager. I couldn’t live without the music even if I had to find a way to live without my radio station.
I hooked up the turntable. What would be first? Fingering through my collection I stumbled upon The Costello Show’s King of America. Yes, yes! Brilliant Mistake. No better way to start. I’m listening to the album right now, a real album!
Records came in crazy colors. I even found a cut-out from a box of cereal which became a square-shaped record. A box could play music!
Oh how I still love it!
Music has always played a major chord in my life. Lately the bands from 20 years ago are reuniting. It’s only proper to pull out the old albums too.