We got my two year old a little portable suitcase record player for his birthday a few weeks ago. He was obsessed with mine which is great, except he wanted me to hold him up so he could take records on and off over and drop and pick up the needle and turn them over rinse repeat for like an hour on end. Apparently he outgrew the toy Fisher Price one we got him for his first birthday.
Funny thing happened the other day, actually two:
1. Saw a listing for tons of free records on Craigslist. Went to the address, turned out to be a record store I'd never heard of on the other side of town. I figured I'd get some I could just give the two year old to use with his player and scratch the shit out of or whatever. The dude had a table outside with a few crates of records on it, so I start digging through them. Eventually a black dude shows up and starts digging through them too. I had been stacking the ones I was taking next to me til I ran into:
Which I of course wanted, but didn't want the brother who had just flipped through it see me put it on top of my pile, so I had to do a bit of shuffling.
I wound up with a box of shitloads of polka/old jewish stand up, Captain and Tennille, Tom Jones, etc stuff I could let the kid fuck with(also Johnny Rivers Live, which is for me).
2. The rest of my family is watching some stupid new show with Ed Norton on Netfligs and I happen to catch this climactic end scene. I make fun of their show and move on.
The next morning, the baby goes to the box of random records from that place, puts one on the record player and goes right to the song from the end of there show the night before, Mona Lisa by Andy Williams. I don't think it was even track one on either side. oooooooo creeeeeepyyyyyy
