Vinyl Redux
December 31, 2006

So, my grand idea for a Christmas present for my aunt and uncle was to convert some of their old vinyl records into CDs. I remember they've got a ton of vinyl from the summer that I spent with them back when I was 13 (and vinyl was still a better choice than cassettes ... and there were no CDs yet). I've got a USB record player that plugs direction into my computer, and I've been attempting to get through my own small stack of records.

So, Christmas day, I make sure that my mom opens her present early ... I've already converted some of our Kingston Trio records for Mom ... designed new covers and tray cards and even labels. So I wanted my aunt and uncle to see that before I told them that I'd do the same thing for them.

Not only did Mom flip out when she saw (and heard!!! much more important, that) what I had done with those records, but when I told my aunt to pick out some favourites and I'd do the same for them ... wow. Talk about some eyes lighting up. She looked like a giddy schoolgirl the day the first Paul Simon solo album debuted.

For the remainder of the short trip, any time that it looked like my aunt might have a few minutes, I reminded her about choosing some vinyl for me to take home. Finally, the morning I was to leave, she trekked down to the basement for a look-see.

She came upstairs with just a crushed look. I know she thought they'd gotten rid of the vinyl at some point during their moves. But my uncle was positive the vinyl was still there. He trekked down and came back a few minutes later. Bundled with armfuls of records, we spread them out on the huge Heywood-Wakefield dining table from the 60s (or was that 50s? it was Grandma's first).

Both of my cousins, my sister, her husband, my aunt, my uncle, me ... we're all in this crazy daze (not a crazy daizie ... that's something else entirely) ... we're all frantically looking through these musty records ... amazed at the original Beatles pressings (yes, I said originals ... and damn, if they're not in great condition, too).

There's the pressing of the soundtrack to Hair ... There Goes Rhymin' Simon ... some Cat Stevens ... some Kenny Loggins ... The Kingsmen ... various people from Woodstock ... Joan Baez.

By the time we leave, I've got about 50 records between those my aunt, uncle and cousins have selected ... a couple I added to the pile ... and the slew of records that my grandmother dug up whilst we were all lost in time looking at my aunt and uncle's records.

Now, I've got Kingston Trio, Dean Martin, Barbra Streisand, Joan Baez ... and on and on.

It's going to be a fun few months, exploring music I've always loved along with songs that I've never heard before. The fun part will be deciding which of the 50 will also get full graphics treatment as well as being converted to digital music.

But you know, I love my aunt and uncle ... I adore my Grandma ... and my cousins are just as excited about this as I am. 'tis a good thing all in all. comments/what.gif

Posted by Red Monkey at December 31, 2006 11:09 AM | People Say I Have ADHD, But I Think - Hey Look, A Chicken | | StumbleUpon Toolbar Stumble |


Salihah said:

What a fun gift idea! I love it!

December 31, 2006 12:01 PM


MsDemmie said:

What a fantastic idea ........... :)

January 1, 2007 10:58 AM


Smash said:

Soundtrack to Hair... hee! Smashxxx

January 2, 2007 6:22 PM
Free Pixel Advertisement for your blog