99% of the time I advocate buying the Real Thing, but in this instance I”ll cop to a few weaknesses that led me down the reproduction path.
A: Dipping a toe into the vintage record player market left me quite certain I was way in over my head. These things require repairs and knowledge, and let’s face it, if the Mr. and I haven’t figured out how to program our thermostats we’re probably not going to have the time to decode a fading technology. B: The Crosley has a USB port, and yes, I will plug my iPod into it! C: It’s turquoise. Come on.
So there you have it. I sold out for a repro record player. And secretly I’m really, really excited. Let the LP hunting begin.
How long til 8 tracks come back? Or are the kids in Bushwick already fawning over those? (Are the kids in Bushwick these days?) We had some mean 8 track dance parties back in the day.