I have spent the day with my turntable, except for just a few moments to post a bit.
It all started with my efforts to streamline our garage space (about forty thousand dollars worth of professional sound reinforcement gear which I am still looking for ways to donate to our local community) which I have been working toward for months (OK, so I also played with my dog for a while, several times I love that little guy. What a dog!) and I am making great progress. Never allowed my workbench to get buried, but much of the floor space (another one of those word usage things that continues to freak me out. A floor is a two dimensional area - thay call that area, right - and space represents at least three dimensions, if not way more. So floor space - shit I want one!! ... but mine is yet two dimensional and kind of suxkors for it small size) is taken up by "things" for which I no longer have a use like computer stuff from the turn of the century. never ever going to try to restart an XP device, seriously.
I know they still work, but my phone is just about as powerful and if I needed to, I could Bluetooth shit without the ancient computer thingies.
But that is NOT the point.
I found two early Moody Blues albums, one a live album, that I had completely forgotten that I had. I kind of just HAD to clean them up and play them.
Now, I am in serious Moody Blues mode or mood or whatever we might call it.
EDIT: I forgot to mention that I have about eight thousand LPs wrapped in aging trash bags, all lined up like soldiers standing at attention stored in my garage "area" (actually they do take up space so I run out of this resource quickly when I store albums in this "space" - worrying) and I literally have almost no idea, NO idea as to the contents. When LPs became useless to most I bought every fucking thing I could find that was in decent shape, including these Moody Blues albums. So many!!