Yesterday,I listened to some of my old records on my retro record player.Many of these tunes reminded me of when I was a child and my sister would play records with me.
You know,the process of taking the record out of its sleeve,selecting the right speed,guiding the stylus to the right position is,indeed,a throw back to another era,but it somehow brought me to a time that I hadn’t remembered for a while now.
My player looks like a mini suitcase,it’s red,it’s reminds me of my sister’s old Dansette one.Its also portable,so I might take it to show some of my pupils one day.Granted,they might think that it’s rather an ancient Concept to be interested in,so I will test the waters out with a selection of them.My love of analogue music goes back many,many decades.Of course,I’m not saying that digital music isnt an advancement because it is,it’s just that I am emotionally attached to analogue recordings,as they were my first experiences of music as a child in many respects.
So yesterday afternoon,I listened to Art Garfunkel,Stevie Wonder,and some Piano music.There is a rawness with Analogue,a connection,it’s like you have more to do with its success.You sit near the little player,it’s cosy,it’s like in from the Winter’s elements.My sister,Shiela,had quite a collection of records,and would purchase them on a Saturday.She would play them with me.They were happy times,truly happy.Now,I suppose,because I’ve spent a lifetime teaching music,with all its nuances,but there is something so simplistic and real about this little machine of mine.Of course,compared to the technology of today,it isn’t small at all,and you can only -at least with this one-play one record at a time.Maybe that’s it,the reality of life at times can take the softness out of it.In our world,you have to appear to be tough,even though you might get not be it,you have to give off confident vibes.When I was learning my trade,you new the music so well that you just couldn’t get it wrong,but nowadays to many it’s “fake it until you make it”.
Being part of a family where technology is in the DNA,I’ve been known as someone who is a Luddite,and there is a grain of truth in that statement I admit.So,having this wee machine is a throwback in more ways than one.
It’s not everyday that a material thing is the subject of my blog post,but I wanted to share it on this platform.
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