Shhh…
Slow Sunday. Tidying up, listening to vinyls, daydreaming. I just cleaned the stylus and it makes one heck of a difference. My old records could do with a good washing too, I think. Like, once every thirty years wouldn't hurt? Yeah, I've never washed a vinyl in my life. Don't remember that being a thing, either. My parents had one of those automatic players where you could stack a bunch of records on the spindle—the 1970s version of a playlist. They'd just flop down, one on top of the other, the platter getting thicker and thicker. Forget precise stylus pressure, or pristine, scratch-free surfaces.
I hurt my left hand a day or two ago. Well, the outside of my thumb, somehow, just above the wrist. I think it happened while I was doing pushups...which is as silly as it sounds. Or maybe I banged it somewhere and don’t remember. But it's annoying as heck. I had the great idea to pick up the GFX+110MM combo, and it suddenly feels ten pounds heavier. I'm also wincing each time I reach for the focus ring. That angle is a b&^%h. Grr. The things we take for granted…
Alright, enough of that.
Now, shhh… ;)
