One less excuse to avoid the purge
I added a new gadget to the pile today. One that shows the depth of my archives, because my children have no need for such a device. After much thought, my gift from the social club went from simply much more music to something much bigger. I’ve purchased a phono preamp, RIAA rolloff specs, in order to review and explore the stacks of vinyl in the basement.
How times have changed. Moving several hundred albums (neatly filed by alphabetic rules in modular plastic milk crates) required the efforts of a team of people. But, just as we were getting settled in, along came children and CDs and the Internet and other distractions, so my handpicked collection of records (nothing newer than 1990) went into hibernation.
The new amplifier doesn’t even have a phono input. More obsolete than that and we need a new definition. Happily, a coworker knew exactly where to purchase a neat little box with inputs and outputs, so I’ll be ready to start the final countdown soon. Then we can look for a new home for vinyl (somewhere, someone must still want their music in 35 minute doses.
We were out and about this evening, in search of pudding, and ended up trying a new restaurant. Scores seems like a forced marriage between a Ponderosa and a St-Hubert, but it was at the right corner at the right time. We ate, we critiqued (which is not the same as criticized) and then I phoned home so that the recording of another week’s radio show wouldn’t be missed. Of course, there was no cellphone on board, so I had to ask the cashier if a personal call from the counter would be allowed. The phone was deaf, but son #3 wasn’t dumb and all is right in recorded hiphop country.
