Electrohome

My Uncle purchased this Electrohome record player in the mid 50’s. I image that Ella, Clooney and Sinatra were mainstays.

It was later given to me by my parents. This is the record player I scaled as a three year old to play my father’s record collection. It was here, on this machine, I single handedly destroyed every decent record album in the house. The heavy stylus in the hands of a three year old…not exactly and ideal combination for the health and wellbeing of my father’s record collection.

I wasn’t tall enough to reach the turn table, so I used to scale the thing like a mountain climber, album tucked under one arm, two hands for the climbing. I used the slats on the front of the speaker box as a ladder to climb up and down.  

When I would reached the top, I’d balanced myself while placing the record on the turn table and after throwing the “on” switch, I’d drop the stylus on the rotating record and then proceed to climb back down. All the while the record would repeatedly skip from the vibration of me decent. I think you get the picture.

Twenty some odd years later I placed my first self-produced single, “Life Goes On” on the old turn table…and played it. In a strange way, things had finally come full circle; I was finally in the box that had so inspired me to want to make music in the first place. In so many way I couldn’t have comprehended then…mission accomplished.

The dreams we form in early childhood can become powerful predictors of what we wind up doing in the future; whether it’s a good idea…or not.