I recently found a bunch of old LP’s (records, vinyls, 33’s, whatever you want to call them). I’ve been wanting to play them, but didn’t have a turntable. Well, tonight, the Internet/cable TV went out, so I thought it would be a great time to play them. My mother had a turntable. I went over to her house to get it. I asked where it was. She said if it wasn’t in the cabinet, it was in the “yard sale” pile. I couldn’t believe it. It was sitting in the shed in freezing temperature. I have rescued it from it’s prison. It is now playing me Rubber Soul by the Beatles.
What bothers me the most is that my mother had me save the speakers for the player for several years now. Now I find that the turntable was not wanted anymore, and was going to get rid of it. Shame on her.
Shame on you for shaming your mother
I bow my head
In its time it was called, simply, a ‘record player’ not a turntable.