Remember my friend, Eden? The one with
the amazing apartment and the Sota Sapphire? I visited her the other day. Slowly, so slowly, we're revitalizing the old turntable. Getting her ready to spin again. Getting her ready to sing again.
Last time, all we did was take some pictures. Turned out the 'table couldn't spin. Had
no power supply. So I did a little dance (salsa) with Sota's unfailingly helpful Donna Bodinet (Hi, Donna!) and got the goods.
The power supply looks older than dirt. But in a cool way. Like it could've come from your great-grandma's sewing machine. Check it out. I mean, I don't have to describe it, do I? You can see it right there in the picture. This power supply is sexy. It's too sexy for its cord. It's too sexy for its knob. It's too sexy for its button.
Eden took the photo. She says the shoot was a smashing success. I would show you all of the images, but children might be reading this. Now, all we need to do is get the tonearm re-wired and install a new cartridge and presto:
Musica!
