My father's turnabout
I treasure much.
It's a Kenwood from the 70s
and despite it's half a century
it still plays heavenly.
In a world where even
the oldest soundtracks
are now available at a finger's touch,
I stand faithfully to the glorious vinyl
considered by today's impatient
generation a hassle.
Playing records is a ritual,
a somewhat spiritual,
visual, musical experience.
It's a series of motions
that create overwhelming emotions:
that's what it's all about.
The quality of the sound
may not be top all around
but there is something
viscerally gratifying in
handing a vinyl,
flipping it over,
giving it a wipe
and placing the needle down.
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Write a poem of any type to enter this poetry contest. Any subject. |
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