Okay, so I’m onto my second record player and it’s another charity shop bargain… well, I think it is, considering it sounds a ton better than the first deck I bought and cost me less than a five.
Daft things like the plastic lid stays up of its own accord, so I’m no longer juggling a disc, a lid and Lord know else just to protect my inexpensive, but still cherished (mostly) vinyl. The needle lowers slowly on the vinyl, thanks to a little lever. It’s like magic.
Aside from that, it really does sound clearer than the Goodman’s I was clearly slumming it with (but without, wouldn’t have started the madness that has ensued).
I now have far too many records – I’m not talking hundreds, that’d be silly and I wouldn’t have any where to put them all. I’ve got “a collection”, though, and a random one at that.
I’ve been to a record fair in Hull and bought three, but most of them have come from local charity shops and have been things that have… caught my eye.
Amongst the purchases have been The Best of David Bowie (covering 1969 to 1979), Michael Jackson’s Thriller and Elton John’s Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. Sure, none of them are pristine, but the most expensive (Bowie) was a fiver and the three came to £7.50. Can’t argue with that.
Through vinyl, and away from streaming media, I’m rediscovering a love of music, especially stuff I grew up with and discovered at a later date. I’ve got a wishlist of LPs I want, and there’s bound to be more coming my way as I trawl through charity shops, second hand record dealers, record fairs and everyone’s favourite auction site.