Wax Records and Parent Teacher Meetings
This story is brought to you by the smell of old Vinyl records I was digging at Vinyl Revival
It’s 10am, many disappointing conversations with teachers later. Let’s say I was uninspired but honestly I can’t imagine what was up with me back then. Flunking all my exams and being in the bottom of my class. One saving grace of those dreaded parent teacher meeting days is getting to leave early from school.
My dad didn’t say much regarding my exams, both my parents knew I was going to be some computer wizard, How? Why? Your guess is as good as mine. We take the 100 bus up to Bambalapitiya to look at records.
He didn’t have to take me home early I could have taken my school van, I guess it’s my dad’s way of telling me.
“I don’t care about your marks, let’s just buy some music.”
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The name was U.G. Danny, he had a small street side shop with an assortment of records from the late 60’s to the popist 80’s synthpop which my dad enjoyed. My dad has been collecting newspaper clippings from the UK top 40 since the 80’s and knows his pop, I had to grow up with that.
My dad sold his record collection many years ago when the money was tough, and gave into digital audio.
25the December 2016
Two years ago I bought my dad a record player for Christmas, It was magical the first night we bought it home and played some 45’s we had left. Hearing Alphaville’s forever young again on the turntable was nostalgic reminding me of the older days. My father wasn’t ready to get back into Vinyl, He said that he had left that in the past and he’s happy with his CD collection.
With my re-gifted Vinyl player he gave me a a pair of Kenwood LSK-333 speakers, I bought an amplifier and fell in love with the format.
It seems after all those disappointing parent teacher meetings I’ve become that computer wizard my parents thought and now I spend my hard earned cash for the love of music.