Last night, Dave came home with a super-fun present for us: a Record-matic! Are you familiar with the Record-matic system? YouTube embeds can help!
Seeing as our record player is a real, functioning member of our household and not a prop for photo shoots nor a weird item of fetishization (and thus, never used) it gathers a lot of stray albums in, on and around it. So, a record holder is totally necessary. The bummer is that the Record-Matic hardly works as well as we can assume it did in the 1960s. No domino action here, friend. But in the interest of being nosy and voyeur-ish, let’s peep into the stack.
As I was organizing, the was a startling large Martin Denny content. Even I didn’t realize how many had trickled in! Mr. Denny assures that every wintery, post-snow shoveling pancake breakfast sounds like a Kodachrome island holiday. Endless sun and boozy drinks served in cored fruits! A macaw on every shoulder. He is the namesake of our dear little dog, after all.
Plus a good smattering of Roxy Music, Electric Light Orchestra, and Soft Cell records. I think our preferences have been laid pretty bare. You can call it as you see it; we think pretty highly of our tastes.