So glad to have sewing lessons again. Otherwise, this project would have been a disaster!
Scored these in the dollar bin at the local record & comic shop!
I cannot believe I left this at the record store!
Reasons I Love My Record Player
- Oh that crackling sound
After a while, perfect, digital music means nothing to me! Love that old crackle sound of the record player. It makes music real to me. I also know I own that music. The record is tangible and doesn’t stop playing when my phone battery dies.
- Lifting the needle and placing it on the recordOh my goodness. Love dropping the needle in just the right spot. Trying to figure out the line of the next track is fun!
- The hypnotic spinning of the recordI don’t know why, but I get lost in a spinning record! Sometimes I try and read the song titles while it spins. Crazy girl!
- Picking the next record Oh so many records to choose from. I look at all those records my husband and I hunted down at estate sales or Salvation Army! I hate advancing a button on my phone to find a song. I don’t get to see the album tracks or any special information like special notes from the artist!
- Having to get up off the couch to flip the record
You’d think it might be annoying, but it is much better than that ongoing digital music. The process makes me slow down and appreciate the music more.
Old Versus New
- Records/Cassettes and Streaming Music
Sure streaming is convenient but it has sucked the fun out of music.I have lost the excitement of catching my favorite song on the radio. Remember how gratifying life was when you have to wait for your favorite song after three commercials?! I miss the sounds of records and cassettes. Part of me also misses manually flipping a record or reloading a cassette. Makes me more mindful of music than just letting a phone constantly play track after track while I tune in and out.
- Handwriting and Computers
Yes, the convenience of typing is so wonderful but means nothing to me. It takes very little effort to get the information from your brain to the computer. Writing makes you think, pause, reflect etc. If I am going to commit something to a piece of paper it has to be good! That delete button has erased far too many good ideas. And there is something about the flow from brain to hand to paper that is romantic to me.
- Radio and Digital Music
Having everything at one’s fingertips sounds like heaven but it really isn’t. I so miss the days of the DJ telling me to stay tuned after the commercial for that song I really wanted to hear. As I said above, there is something so gratifying about being made to wait for your reward. Also, I kind of miss being able to call into the radio to make a request!
- Streaming Movies and Movie Theaters
I will be the first one to say that I don’t get to the movie theater as often as I did when I was younger. It is incredibly expensive and it is hard for me to find a film I really want to watch on the big screen. With the advent of streaming, it seems like no one wants to leave home because they have a world of movies at their finger tips. But I find that having so many options just exhausts me. I spend most of my time scrolling through options and just adding them to my queue rather than watching something. I do miss seeing movies on the big screen – the dramatic music, the bright colors, the suspense. I can’t really get that feeling at home with constant interruptions. But on the other hand, it is nice to be home, under a blanket with my husband and dog. I can’t decide on this one!
- Pencil and Pen
Ok, so this isn’t totally a old/new thing since pens have been around for a while. I have so many colored pens that are so much fun, but there is just something romantic about pencil. I so miss using pencil! I especially miss sharpening pencils!!! A few years ago, my husband asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I asked for an old-fashioned, metal pencil sharpener. You know, the kind that you bolt to the wall. He bought one and I LOVE IT! I just have to remember to empty the container of shavings!
You never know what you might see at a used bookstore.