My parents later had a huge coffin type piece of furniture that housed the turn table, speakers and possibly a full bar. It was the 60’s. You could load several albums in a stack, the precursor to today's playlist. Can you remember the sound of the next album slapping down? The sound of the end of a record? You’re old.
I went from Donny & Jimmy Osmond directly to Leif Garrett. I was 13 years old and had a subscription to Tiger Beat. If you were a Tiger Beat reader, three words: Leif’s satin pants. ‘nuff said.
I lived in Phoenix during my album collecting days and the sun was your enemy. I once had an album warped by sitting in the car on the drive home from the mall. You couldn’t store them by a window inside either.
The last album I remember buying, before the current post digital hipster resurgence of turntables, was Big Audio Dynamite. I also, much to my son’s amazement and horror, have Run DMC and Beastie Boys on vinyl.
I’m old. Happy Record Store Day – go buy an album!
|Tiger Beat Magazine 1978|
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