Sometimes I do think about things other than food. This is one of those times.
I got this lovely piece of equipment at a yard sale back in 2002. I spent $25 dollars on it. Twenty-five. It’s a Morse/Electrophonic AM/FM radio, 8-Track player and record player. It came with about 18 8-track tapes as well. (Including an Elvis Christmas, Heart, Billy Joel, Carl Perkins, and the B-52’s, amongst others).
It lights up to the beat when you play music. Or talk radio. Or NPR.
Ever had an audio/visual experience while listening to Prairie Home Companion? It’s not that exciting. I should probably stick to putting the lights on only when there are strictly songs playing. I’ll work on that.
So what worked when I brought it home without testing it? Radio, yes. AM & FM, fancy. 8-Track player? Temperamental but reliable. Lights? Hells yes. Turntable? Nope. Dead on arrival.
I’ve randomly searched the internet throughout the past ten years to find a replacement. The only thing is, a replacement does not exist. Anywhere.
I eventually took my friends advice and brought the turntable to the repair shop down the street where “the guy can fix anything.” After having it in his possession for three weeks. I get a phone call. The magical repair man can’t fix it after all.
I take to searching Ebay again, and miraculously, after years of searching, there was the make/model turntable in working condition. Well, it was one model number off, but it appeared to have the same connections and doo-hickies needed. Thanks random Canadian person!
Now it is here. I’ve hooked it up. And can finally listen to my records again. The real reason I bought it, besides how awesome the piece is overall, was that I needed a record player. Now, a decade later, I have one.
The first song I played? “Nancy Drew” by Tuscadero. It was a single from 1994. It was one of the first 7″ records I bought. And I still love the song 18 years later.