Then why oh why should I? I made a rather interesting purchase at last week's estate sale adventure. A bit out of character? Yes. Another stroke of accidental genius? I think yes. A near marriage-ender? Yes, yes, yes.
Behold the Hi-Fi:
It should go without saying that I am a music lover, no doubt. Our home entertainment set ups, however are far from hi-tech and networked. No, we don't have built in speakers fed by satellite radio and I doubt we ever will. We have a variety of listening options in different areas of our home, but let this be known: the "new" Hi-fi beats the proverbial band. The sound throws itself magically around the whole house.
I thought DH was going to just pack up and leave me when he saw this being dragged in. He doesn't think I am one bit funny. It is the unforeseen results of this machine that even he can not deny. Our children have been nothing short of enamored and their joy and discovery has left me speechless.
This Hi-Fi arrived to our home Saturday afternoon complete with about 30 LPs (all with nostalgic ties to my own childhood). We spent a very long time figuring out how to work it and then diving into our new collection of records. There was such fascination in their learning about records (even I forgot you turn them over when you finish a side), how the machine works, can they PLEASE start the next one, how it differs from current listening devices. I explained to DH that at very least if they land themselves on a trivia game show one day the winning question just could be about one of these devices and no other human from their generation will know the answer . . . just imagine!
I acknowledge that benefit is a little far reaching. Closer to home is the magic of listening to records. There is something different to it. All of the record collectors out there will tell you it is a unique experience and I now get just what they are talking about. Our family stepped back in time this weekend and we enjoyed it more ways than I can verbally express.
We sat in the living room and listened to records. Just listened. We didn't skip through and rewind, we didn't multi-task, it wasn't the background. We listened. Tucking my boys into bed Saturday night all they wanted to know was: "Can we listen to records again tomorrow?"
Joy to the world.
Sunday morning they fired up the HI-Fi at the crack of dawn, now very able change records and work the mechanics on their own. They are equally obsessed with The Sound of Music and after listening to it attentively for the 30th time they were both singing happily along. As I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast I heard my 7-year old singing "Doe a Deer" at the top of his lungs and immediately succumbed to barbaric sobs. Accidental genius in it's finest form. My young children were embracing, discovering and loving The Sound of Music, how utterly magical is that? It is imprinted on their brains, memory made, this will last a lifetime. Yes I could have downloaded the sound track it to my ipod and had my boys listen to it many times before . . . it's the intangible aspect of the record bit that I can't quite put my finger on (or words to).
Of all I learned and experienced this weekend one bit stands out: "My heart will be blessed with the Sound of Music and I'll sing along once more". Thanks Christopher Plummer, I couldn't agree more.