Classic Record Player


For months now, I have been researching record players on line to see if there was one I could afford.

You see, I have a fairly large collection of LPs gathering dust in my Study – and, for the past decade, have had no way of actually listening to them. Long, and somewhat technologically tedious, story which I won’t bore you with…

The more I looked at what was on offer via Amazon and Google, the angrier I got: Turntables like the ones I used to own (and bought for about thirty quid) have become such rare collectors’ items that prices of nearer a thousand seem to be the order of the day.

But salvation comes in the oddest forms! I am a member of a buying and selling group on Facebook, though I rarely use it. Something yesterday – I still don’t know what! – prompted me to click on…

…and there, in front of my disbelieving eyes, was a box record player (brown wood, with a car-like front, and CD/radio capacity) for a very small amount of money. I couldn’t believe my eyes, thought the recent course of antibiotics must have caused hallucinations of the wishful thinking variety.

But I contacted the owner. Her name rang a bell – and she lived but a stone’s throw from the school I used to teach at. I decided to go and have a look!

As soon as I walked into the Living Room, and saw the record player, I knew it had my name engraved in invisible ink upon its chassis!

The lady selling it turned out to be the mother of four ex-pupils (and the mother-in-law of a fifth!) – and, before I had been in the house five seconds, the doorbell rang and another ex-pupil arrived, friend of one of the now-adult offspring.

He recognised me. They tend to! We hugged.

To cut to the chase: Reader, I bought it! I won’t tell you how much for because you probably wouldn’t believe me. A true bargain, however, sums it up perfectly. Nothing I had seen on line came close!

As I walked back to the car, Mrs W. carrying my small car/music centre, who should pop up but the son-in-law (whose older siblings I also taught!).

It was one of those days…

Home, I set my prize and joy up against the Western wall (on a handy box I bought in a charity shop four years ago), switched it on, selected a record – ‘England, Be Glad!’ by St George’s Canzona, as it happens – and, with trembling hands, put it on the turntable…

Oh my God! Such delight! I cried! What a soppy date, eh?

Since then, I have listened to my double The Who album, dipped into Baroque loveliness – and will, ‘ere long, be cranking up The Stranglers’Rattus Novegicus’, followed (logically, some may say) by Patti Smith’sEaster’… with the Grand Finale being provided by Jethro Tull!

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It looks like this – but is brown and not quite as fancy!

I absolutely LOVE it – and it has got the Younger Generation vote too, Lad having pronounced, ‘Cool, Mum!’

Such fun!

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15 thoughts on “Classic Record Player

  1. Hmmm I bought a very expensive ’boutique’ turntable for my extensive collection of old vynal I attached it to my sound system (yes stupidly expensive as well) and settled down to some 70’s prog. Absolutely hated it! I don’t care what the audiophile community think, I just can’t stand the crackles anymore. The last two decades have given us pristine sound and I have become accustomed to that level of fidelity. Can’t go back 😔. (Still not parting with any vynal it’s now part of my DNA, so many memories…). But hey! My new Gibson SG special arrived today. Happy happy…. x

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    1. Oh wow, Ted! How lovely! My lad would be so jealous! You must be thrilled to pieces! Know what you mean about crackles etc. For this reason, I am keeping my CDs and playing them through the laptop! That way, I can have the best of both worlds!!! xxx

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  2. Ah, memories of buying my first record player and bringing it home on the bus. I was afraid to use it as my Dad didn’t have a 3 amp fuse so I had to wait until the shops opened the next day! It cost me seventeen pounds and ten shillings, and although I paid for it week by week, I didn’t bring it home until it was completely paid for. That was 1969, the year I became a teenager.

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    1. Aw, how sweet! Bless! Blimey, seventeen pounds and ten shillings: That was serious dosh back in the day! A ten shilling note was undreamed of riches to me! 1969: The year I passed the 11+ and went off to grammar school! xxx

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        1. OMG, weren’t they just? We used to get given half a crown to go to St Giles Fair – in the centre of Oxford – every September, and that seemed like a King’s Ransom! I can still recall the confusion caused by Decimal Currency – and the way it didn’t feel like REAL money!! xxx

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