It’s been awhile since I had a decent platter-spinner that didn’t require rigging up a spaghetti-like mishmash of wires, amps and speakers.
Now through the magic of modern mid-century technology, I can simply slide open the top, drop my favorite rockarolla disc (in my choice of 33 or 45 RPM’s) onto the turntable, and get caught up to the 7th sonic heaven of retro sounds on beautiful, warm vinyl .
The last LP I bought back in the late 1980’s (just before mainstream records stores finally went completely to the dark side and stopped selling vinyl) was Reet Petite by the incomparable Jackie Wilson on Ace Records. The block-lettering and the bright red cover with electro-explosion graphics caught my eye. Of course the deciding factor was that Jackie Wilson was also the greatest R&B singer ever, in my humble opinion. It was a must-have. I picked it up at Tower Records in days of yore. But I digress.
All my records are smiling again – fulfilling their purpose in this world instead of frowning in a dark box on a dusty closet shelf in the spare bedroom. It may be time to throw together a new Lost Transmission podcast to celebrate…if I can find the time.
Welcome back, my little licorice pizzas. It’s good to hear you again.