His Master’s voice
So, I wonder how hard it is to replace a gramophone spring? I’m not sure I saw the appropriate aisle over at the Canny Tire store, but surely such things are readily available. After all, obsolescence is unfair.
We have a huge media player in the basement. How huge, you ask? Well, an equivalent volume of iPods would cost way more money than I would want to spend. The portability is questionable, but it doesn’t require batteries. Just a few turns of the included crank, and His Master’s Voice will fill the room. If I can find a new spring. Otherwise, spinning the platter with my index finger is in the cards. My sense of perfect pitch should aid in frequency stabilization.
Happily, everything is on the Internet, and there are sites devoted to indentifying and then providing all the pieces necessary to restore almost anything. A virtual Canny Tire store, eh what? Is the motor a Garrand 30? Is the decal, horrors, a fake (I don’t think so; that looks like the pit bull I’ve seen elsewhere). Anyhow, as soon as I can track down a few more of the model numbers, and do some critical measurements, and maybe lift the centre portion up to see if the leather belt and the rubber gaskets are OK, I can learn to appreciate the high fidelity engineered back more than six decades ago.
