Portable, (the 70’s synonym for “Mobile”), means “comes with a built-in handle in its plastic assembly”.
Look intently and hear echoes of vinyl Hi-Fi LPs, such as:
— Three Dog Night, “I Never Been to Spain”
— The Carpenters, “Superstar”
— Carol King, “I Feel the Earth Move (under my feet)”
— The Fifth Dimension, “Age of Aquarius”
— Rare Earth, “Live in Concert”, in which the band gets into about 28 minutes of “Get Ready” at a stadium rock concert. The album cover looks like a backpack.
For 45 singles you can make a playlist of about 5 songs by stacking the 45s on the spindle – once you’ve added the plastic adaptor to match up to the wider hole of a 45rpm single.
Singles had B Sides that were filler, with a few priceless exceptions, like “Little Deuce Coup” and “409” by The Beach Boys.
The automatic turntable drops a record down onto the spinning record platter, then the stylus drops the needle directly on the start of the groove. It plays a record, then switches itself off when it comes to the end! So, that way you can play yourself to sleep.
The two main albums to play at Lights Out were Carol King “Tapestry” and The Fifth Dimension “Age of Aquarius – Let the Sunshine in.”
I fell in love with Karen Carpenter while falling asleep, hearing her contra alto from down the hall, singing:
“Long ago and oh so far away, I fell in love with you before the second show.
Your guitar is so sweet and clear, but you’re not really here, it’s just the radio.”
After Sister had this for about 3 months, I broke the turntable by forcing it to play backwards. I was listening for messages from the devil via Three Dog Night.
My Dad fixed it, or course, because at that age nothing could happen that Daddy couldn’t make right.
It worked again just fine and I learned to keep my hands off of it. It was hers. Not mine. All a part of growing up.
I retrieved it from the attic because it’s such a good conversation piece.
That conversation never happened, too much care-giving and nursing got in the way (chemo, food, medicine). But I did get a chance to tell about seeing the old turntable, which brought up shared memories of when we had grown big enough to choose our own music.
Hearing that I’d dragged that old record player from the attic, she had the same reaction she’s always had with me: kinda blank at first, then a gentle realization that I was onto something good, which means good for her, too.
PS: Her pesky little brother had a secret nickname, “Burden”, but she never called me that in front of anyone.