What do you do when the football has started? You start cataloguing all your singles of course. What else would one do on a Saturday night. And then you start to think. About the first time you got your record player. This is mine, a Fidelity UA10.
I got it for my thirteenth birthday. Its one of the best presents I ever got. Before that music was played, mostly, in the company of my parents. Our only record player was upstairs in the living room (we lived in a split level house with the bedrooms downstairs) I could read in my bedroom, contemplate life, even talk to myself, but I could never play music. So imagine the job of being able to go to my room and put on a record and listen to it all by myself. I’d always liked listening to music but that’s when I fell in love with it, in my bedroom when I was thirteen.
Of course you couldn’t have the volume too loud, that came later with the onset of headphones. But you could hear the music, I mean really hear the music. You could close your eyes and be there inside the song. You couldn’t do that when your parents were around. They wouldn’t understand. They didn’t know what it was like to be thirteen. They didn’t understand the sound that came out of your bedroom. And I still get it even now. I still get the music.