I spent about an hour and a half on Saturday working on the turntable again. It’s extremely slow work taking it apart to make the minute speed adjustment and then putting it back together to play a smidgeon of a tune. But I finally got to a point where I could not tell the difference between record and CD in terms of timing.
Because this thing had a problem with keeping the speed I set it I gave it a few days and tested it again today with one of my wife’s records (see below for the song). And goshdarnit, it sounded fine. So we’re set for an onslaught of some tunes I haven’t played in quite a while and a metric ton of Carjo’s old Christmas vinyl. Nothing says Yuletide like lounge lizards drunkenly swaying through hymns or choirs so white they make the Trump family look like they came from Riyadh.
So we set for the holidays. All I have to do is set up two artificial trees, string lights outside, haul up decorations from downstairs, hang wreaths…yeah, I’m going to have fun.