Remember this?
Had one....spun many a 45 on this type of 'record machine'. I can still hear Michael Jackson singing "ABC, 123"...or Donny Osmond wailing "Puppy Love". Wow, that sounds old. When I saw this it was like a fierce cold breeze blast from the past.
It was only about five years ago my daughter was in my studio creating alongside her Mom...when she noticed I was gluing a 45 on to a piece of canvas. (obviously, there is not much other need for 45s) She asked me, "what is that?" Yes, that was truly the moment I felt old. After an attempt to explain the turntable...the needle...the record album....her face staring back at mine like I was describing the pilgrims celebrating their first Thanksgiving....I gave up. I didn't even attempt to explain 8 tracks. To think the form of musical medium that drove my teenage years is completely unknown to hers. How can it be? And, I thought this little record player above was quite mobile...clear plastic handle and twenty-five 45s in a plastic container...and now, her teeny tiny micro IPOD holds 2,000 songs and weighs 1.2oz. How can it be?....oh, how can it be?





























