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When my husband braved the bottomless chasm that is our garage, I didn't expect that he would come back into the house with a large dusty cobweb-encrusted storage box (think Indiana Jones relic, but clear plastic instead of shiny gold). The kids and I gathered around the box as Tim started cleaning off the top so we could open the box without sending all of our allergies into a frenzy. I looked into the side of the box.
“Tim, did you bring in what I think you brought in?”
“Yes.” (My husband is a man of few words)
When we got the box open, we started pulling out the flat cardboard envelopes and giggling at the broad collection in front of us.
Records – a huge box of vinyl records.
Thankfully, when I showed one to my daughter, she knew what it was, but hadn't really listened to one before. We had a record player in college (late '90s), but had to donate it when we downsized and moved on to adult lives; you know, college apartment to OMG-I-have-to-pay-all-my-bills-what’s-the smallest-apartment-I-can-find space.
So, great. We have this huge box of records that we want to listen to ... let’s go to Goodwill and buy a record player! This attempt to procure a record player was in vain. We didn't find anything at three different locationss. Local department stores had USB record players, which is also NOT what we wanted. We ended up swinging by my parents' house and borrowing their USB record player while we waited for a good, real turntable to ship from Amazon.
The kids were super excited to say the least. We listened to Mary Poppins, Elton John,The Beatles
, Chicago and more! The only problem was that some of the discs were a little dusty or scrat*tzzt*little dusty or scrat*tzzt*little dusty or scrat*tzzt*little dusty or scrat*tzzt*...
Do you still listen to vinyl? Do you think it will ever completely go away? What is your favorite vinyl album?