Episode of Daily Life: A Broken Needle
Few nights ago i dropped by Andreas at his new place Internazionale for a late drink. We closed up shop and headed to my place for an after party thing. 5 AM and still up he started bitching about the broken needle on my turn table and how he couldn’t listen to music. I guess he was too smashed to see the second turn table. Any way the needle was fine a day earlier and like magic it’s there no more. Finding a turn table needle is a chore these days, my first stop was not successful. I drove across town to an old used to be dealer and after a long discussion and some fitting, a needle was found and something more: a brand new built-in 1975 turn table in its box. This baby is coming home with me. Left is to build a nice wooden base for it, I will keep you posted.