My Califone
I love my record player. By love I mean gobs and gobs of unadulterated joy. We pulled the old Califone out of hiding last night and started listening to old Dusty. Oh dusty dusty. I didn't bother to put it away last night and it looked all wonderfully a glow in sunshine, so I've turned him on to play me some records while I work.
My Califone makes sounds so warm and gooey that it creates instant puppyface and kittybreath smiles. I don't know what it is. The old vintage phonograph? The mostly vintage records? The needle that really should be replaced? A true audiophile would gasp in horror at the pops and squeaks my Califone occasionally produces along the grooves, but it's truly a sound I revel in.
The only problem with all this record player love that's bounding around is that flipping 45s makes concentration on the work at hand rather difficult. If I were putting on albums it wouldn't be nearly as bad as my playing my 3 minute pop songs of perfection on 45. That's a flip or a change of record approximately every 3 to 4 minutes. Stand up, peruse records, pop a new one on. For someone with trouble concentrating in the first place... this is torture. By the time I sit back down and say to myself "where was i"... I need to flip the record again.