I Miss Vinyl Albums … By The Fairy Rock Mother Kiki Plesha
I Miss Vinyl Albums … By The Fairy Rock Mother Kiki Plesha
I miss everything about vinyl albums .
Buying an album used to be likened to a religious experience of sorts . You would get it home and tear open the cellophane casing … and there it was ! You held it reverently by the sides and slowly tilted it ever-soslightly , and reveled in the satiny sheen . Such rapture ! Excuse me , I think I need a cigarette …
OK , I ’ m back … HOW I would play that album was an evolution of sorts . In the early years , I would debut my acquisitions on a rickety little record player that came in a box with a handle and clasps on it that opened like a suitcase . On its cover , it featured wholesome looking kids in bobby socks and saddle shoes jitterbugging away with notes sprouting out of their heads like a musical LSD trip . Later , I inherited my grandparents old stereo cabinet … remember those ? They were a substantial piece of furniture . Some of the fancier models even included a television and AM / FM radio . Come to think of it , all they needed were a small fridge , a toaster oven , and water cooler , and you would never have to move . Oh , and cup holders … got to have cup holders .
So back to the album … so you take out the vinyl disc--and after the clouds parted and a holy light encased it ( complete with angels singing ), you gingerly placed it on the turntable . Those who are also of a “ certain age ” that are reading this , know that the arm with the “ stereophonic ” needle in it sometimes required a penny to be placed on the top of it for better “ contact ”, in the case of the record skipping . And there was a special insert / adapter for 45 ’ s , should you be so disposed . 45 ’ s were stored in a round plastic disc with a handle on it … not unlike
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