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Originally Posted by Issy:
Originally Posted by cologne 1:
Originally Posted by sproooot:
And the 'velvet' record cleaner. You had to wipe the record with before you put it on the turntable. I used to do it as it was going round and draw the cleaner to the edge that way
...but every now and again you'd have to clean the stylist (is that what the diamond is called?) I can still hear the noise it made when I cleaned the fluff off it.
Didn't you have to blow it first?
God yes, it's all coming back to me now.
cologne 1
Originally Posted by Issy:
Originally Posted by cologne 1:
Originally Posted by sproooot:
And the 'velvet' record cleaner. You had to wipe the record with before you put it on the turntable. I used to do it as it was going round and draw the cleaner to the edge that way
...but every now and again you'd have to clean the stylist (is that what the diamond is called?) I can still hear the noise it made when I cleaned the fluff off it.
Didn't you have to blow it first?
Ohhhhhh! many times I did that! It was amazing the stuff that built up on there 
FM
Originally Posted by sproooot:
Originally Posted by Issy:
Originally Posted by cologne 1:
Originally Posted by sproooot:
And the 'velvet' record cleaner. You had to wipe the record with before you put it on the turntable. I used to do it as it was going round and draw the cleaner to the edge that way
...but every now and again you'd have to clean the stylist (is that what the diamond is called?) I can still hear the noise it made when I cleaned the fluff off it.
Didn't you have to blow it first?
Ohhhhhh! many times I did that! It was amazing the stuff that built up on there 
Stylus:  the belly button of the audio world.


Originally Posted by Soozy Woo:
Originally Posted by ~Cosmopolitan~:
Originally Posted by Soozy Woo:
OMG - you lot are so posh!!!!!!! I just used to rub my sleeve over it.
Indeed we are.  But we don't mind mixing with the hoi polloi.
Thank God for that or
I'd have lost friends on here long ago!

When I think of what some people (mainly grotty, snotty schoolboys) did with their sleeves, we are positively refined, Soozy.
Cosmopolitan
Originally Posted by ~Cosmopolitan~:
Originally Posted by sproooot:
Originally Posted by Issy:
Originally Posted by cologne 1:
Originally Posted by sproooot:
And the 'velvet' record cleaner. You had to wipe the record with before you put it on the turntable. I used to do it as it was going round and draw the cleaner to the edge that way
...but every now and again you'd have to clean the stylist (is that what the diamond is called?) I can still hear the noise it made when I cleaned the fluff off it.
Didn't you have to blow it first?
Ohhhhhh! many times I did that! It was amazing the stuff that built up on there 
Stylus:  the belly button of the audio world.


Originally Posted by Soozy Woo:
Originally Posted by ~Cosmopolitan~:
Originally Posted by Soozy Woo:
OMG - you lot are so posh!!!!!!! I just used to rub my sleeve over it.
Indeed we are.  But we don't mind mixing with the hoi polloi.
Thank God for that or
I'd have lost friends on here long ago!

When I think of what some people (mainly grotty, snotty schoolboys) did with their sleeves, we are positively refined, Soozy.
Well I never really overly suffered with a fluffy stylus - a sleeve can often be a wonderful thing 
Soozy Woo
Originally Posted by Issy
My lovely Dad was a squirrel and someone was clearing their house and asked him if he wanted their old records.
He got all sorts and was so happy about it,

One of my best memories was Mum and Dad deciding to have a music session on a Saturday afternoon. They used to waltz around the sitting room - it was lovely,

Originally Posted by ~Cosmopolitan~:
Brisket, your main post above reminded me of a friend who had inherited a load of his grandfather's Glenn Miller albums.  I say 'albums' as some of them were the size of the 76rpm records but had 4 tunes on them - like an old 45rpm EP.

He used to play it on what I thought was a special record player and he was for ever messing around with the (what I thought was) stylus.  Perhaps they were made of shellac or similar and in my ignorance I didn't realise?

God, it's true - you don't realise the golden moments until they're hindsight and in the past.

Issy  and
~Cosmo
Your posts are lovely.     Gives me warm feelings.
brisket
Aww, Brisket, thank you!  What a lovely thing to say.


Slightly Off topic:  I've got a load of letters written by great aunts and uncles during the war.  Every single one of them fondly recalls family gatherings and happier times.  There's talk of melodians, accordians, dancing in parlours, playing the spoons and NEVER being allowed to pawn the clapped out family piano.

If it wasn't so personal, I post them on here purely for their evocative memories of what music meant to them all.

Sheesh, I'm going a bit wobbly lipped now.
Cosmopolitan
Originally Posted by ~Cosmopolitan~:
Aww, Brisket, thank you!  What a lovely thing to say.


Slightly Off topic:  I've got a load of letters written by great aunts and uncles during the war.  Every single one of them fondly recalls family gatherings and happier times.  There's talk of melodians, accordians, dancing in parlours, playing the spoons and NEVER being allowed to pawn the clapped out family piano.

If it wasn't so personal, I post them on here purely for their evocative memories of what music meant to them all.

Sheesh, I'm going a bit wobbly lipped now.
Cosi - music has always been a huge part of my family and extended family. I can still remember family parties always ending with "New York New York"
FM
Originally Posted by ~Cosmopolitan~:
Aww, Brisket, thank you!  What a lovely thing to say.


Slightly Off topic:  I've got a load of letters written by great aunts and uncles during the war.  Every single one of them fondly recalls family gatherings and happier times.  There's talk of melodians, accordians, dancing in parlours, playing the spoons and NEVER being allowed to pawn the clapped out family piano.

If it wasn't so personal, I post them on here purely for their evocative memories of what music meant to them all.

Sheesh, I'm going a bit wobbly lipped now.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww - how lovely - I have very similar memories (although I don't think we ever had a piano in the family) unfortunately I have no written evidence - it;s all remembered from what I heard as a kid. I have a really good memory - I think I should write my memories down for my kids.

You're very lucky to have that.
Soozy Woo
still got all mine...i'd never get rid of them........

i remember some of my records used to 'jump'.......so i used to cellotape a coin over the stylus to try and weight it down.......

also used to have the old tape recorder to tape my records onto......i'd position it in the middle of the room.....and then when i'd play it back there'd be background noise like me dad coughing his guts up or me mum shouting in the kitchen....
SS
Originally Posted by Issy:
Originally Posted by ~Cosmopolitan~:
Aww, Brisket, thank you!  What a lovely thing to say.


Slightly Off topic:  I've got a load of letters written by great aunts and uncles during the war.  Every single one of them fondly recalls family gatherings and happier times.  There's talk of melodians, accordians, dancing in parlours, playing the spoons and NEVER being allowed to pawn the clapped out family piano.

If it wasn't so personal, I post them on here purely for their evocative memories of what music meant to them all.

Sheesh, I'm going a bit wobbly lipped now.
Cosi - music has always been a huge part of my family and extended family. I can still remember family parties always ending with "New York New York"
*Remembers getting kicked out  of a wedding party to that*     Yes folks, I was having such a good time I was one of the last one's to leave 
FM
Originally Posted by spongebob squarepants:
still got all mine...i'd never get rid of them........

i remember some of my records used to 'jump'.......so i used to cellotape a coin over the stylus to try and weight it down.......

also used to have the old tape recorder to tape my records onto......i'd position it in the middle of the room.....and then when i'd play it back there'd be background noise like me dad coughing his guts up or me mum shouting in the kitchen....
I used to tape the hit parade on a Sunday evening from the radio.,... it had to be absolute silence in my bedroom  but invariably my Dad would barge in and ask a daft question..
FM
Issy, Soozy - all of you, write it all down.
Reading back and getting a glimpse into my grandfather and his siblings lives, albeit war time, was a wonderful luxury.  I'd heard snippets, and of course I remember being a kid with all my family at weddings, parties and spontaneous get togethers, but to see it in print and recalled first hand... I dunno, it really strikes home and shows a depth of fun and love that's not so often immediately evident.

I even learnt that my great gran was Scottish and did a mean Highland Fling whether you wanted her to or not! 

You have to pass daft stuff like this on to your kids.
Cosmopolitan
Originally Posted by spongebob squarepants:
still got all mine...i'd never get rid of them........

i remember some of my records used to 'jump'.......so i used to cellotape a coin over the stylus to try and weight it down.......

also used to have the old tape recorder to tape my records onto......i'd position it in the middle of the room.....and then when i'd play it back there'd be background noise like me dad coughing his guts up or me mum shouting in the kitchen....
Oh yeah! the plug in microphone on the stand  
FM
Originally Posted by Issy:
Originally Posted by spongebob squarepants:
still got all mine...i'd never get rid of them........

i remember some of my records used to 'jump'.......so i used to cellotape a coin over the stylus to try and weight it down.......

also used to have the old tape recorder to tape my records onto......i'd position it in the middle of the room.....and then when i'd play it back there'd be background noise like me dad coughing his guts up or me mum shouting in the kitchen....
I used to tape the hit parade on a Sunday evening from the radio.,... it had to be absolute silence in my bedroom  but invariably my Dad would barge in and ask a daft question..
Or the blasted DJ would talk over the intro of the song.
Smarting Buttocks
Originally Posted by Smarting Buttocks:
Originally Posted by Issy:
Originally Posted by spongebob squarepants:
still got all mine...i'd never get rid of them........

i remember some of my records used to 'jump'.......so i used to cellotape a coin over the stylus to try and weight it down.......

also used to have the old tape recorder to tape my records onto......i'd position it in the middle of the room.....and then when i'd play it back there'd be background noise like me dad coughing his guts up or me mum shouting in the kitchen....
I used to tape the hit parade on a Sunday evening from the radio.,... it had to be absolute silence in my bedroom  but invariably my Dad would barge in and ask a daft question..
Or the blasted DJ would talk over the intro of the song.
Tony Blackburn was always doing that..
FM
Originally Posted by Rexi:
Cosi

My friend's great-aunt, who is 90, wrote her memoirs in longhand. My friend typed them, then had them published and gave a copy to all her family. She (my friend) is my son's godmother, so she gave him a copy of the book too. It is an incredible read
See...?  This is the type of thing I mean.  Rexi that sounds wonderful

How many of us forget events..? yet the most obscure or bizarre moments are remembered SO easily because of the music playing at the time?  Even Sprouty recalls New York, New York 'cos she got slung out!
Cosmopolitan
Originally Posted by ~Cosmopolitan~:
Issy, Soozy - all of you, write it all down.
Reading back and getting a glimpse into my grandfather and his siblings lives, albeit war time, was a wonderful luxury.  I'd heard snippets, and of course I remember being a kid with all my family at weddings, parties and spontaneous get togethers, but to see it in print and recalled first hand... I dunno, it really strikes home and shows a depth of fun and love that's not so often immediately evident.

I even learnt that my great gran was Scottish and did a mean Highland Fling whether you wanted her to or not! 

You have to pass daft stuff like this on to your kids.
My Dad wrote some of his memoirs - round about how he met my Mum and he printed them out and gave us all a copy.
Dad was stationed abroad in the war and he and Mum wrote to each other ... they kept all the letters - around 500 and we have them all.
My Mum kept daily journals for over 30 years - right up to when she died... They are  an amazing history of our family..
FM

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