By Michael Laurance
http://shoestringaudiophile.blogspot.com/ As a guy in my late forties, the record player, turntable as we prefer, is not a new novelty. It’s how I grew up listening to music. It was my introduction to all the great things in life. For me, it never went away. I never threw mine in the trash and went without. There has always been, and will always be, a turntable in my system. In fact, there are no less than 4 of them running in my home. Yes, I’m addicted. Is it the sound quality? Is it the tactile feel? Is it the pure tangibility? Yes, yes, and yes. There is just something so real and cathartic about a record turning at 33-and-a-third revolutions-per-minute in front of me. I find it very soothing. Unlike a CD, the record doesn’t disappear into the player. It’s a constant visual, turning and giving back to you. It’s therapeutic, somehow. Read More...
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