You know what's fun? Fun is letting The Kid rifle around my old closet back at Mom and Dad's house. The other day, he turned up this:
My old Fisher Price record player. Talk about a blast from the past! I hadn't seen that thing for decades.
The Kid was fascinated. He'd never seen one of these before, much less gotten to play with one. It took a lot of digging, but finally we found records he'd really enjoy listening to.
The Aristocats soundtrack:
And the Great Muppet Caper soundtrack:
So we fired that bad boy up and cranked it on. I had to ask my mom if the records were 33 rpm or 45 rpm. And then I had to ask her what 'rpm' stood for again. Man, it had been a long, long time.
I think The Kid has a future in DJ-ing, because he was scratching that needle like a professional. But I'll say this--that darned record player not only still worked after 30 years and a new Kid trying to kill it, but it still played amazingly decent sound. Who knew Fisher Price was all high-fidelity?
Then, things got hairy.
Literally. My mom's cats, Mama Kat, Bucky, and Tucker, had never seen a round, rotating disc thingie before.
And it was playing cat music! Extra bonus!
But, just like with The Kid, the 'new' wore off pretty quickly. Bucky (or is it Tucker?) got bored fast. He didn't care for singing frogs at all.
Mom offered to send the record player home with us, but I politely suggested that we make it a special treat when The Kid comes to visit his Mimi and PawPaw (i.e. Not a shot in Hell is that thing coming home with us!). Besides, we have exactly zero records in our house, whilst my parents still have every record they ever bought.
Next time, we're going to dig up Annie and Disco Donald Duck. I wonder if I can rig up a mirrored ball?
Do you still have a record player? Do you still play records on it?