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Time warp
 

The arrow of time pointing inexorably towards the

Future. Space-time, clock time, pastimes. So many

Times – so little time. I crossed time myself today

Coming face-to-face with a 1950s Pye radio/record

Player. A forgotten thermionic beauty not opened

Nor played for 50 years. There it sat waiting for

Someone to come along and love it again. To turn

On the power, heat up the valves (tubes) spin the

Disc bringing to life the voice of Michael Holliday

(Still on the turntable) and Hot Diggity (dog ziggity

Boom what you do to me) a 78rpm green label

Columbia record last spun on this machine in

1958

 

Would it work, could it work? I wouldn't know

Until I got it home. Care must always be taken

With instruments of this age but I needn't have

Worried it fired up first time and in a compartment

At the back I found more treasure. Records long

Out of catalogue and mostly only available to

Hear on YouTube – Josephine and Walking in

The rain amongst them

 

Inspecting my lucky find I began to wonder where

It had been all these years and who closed the lid

Never to open it again? Where was it in 1970?

Where was it in 1990? Did someone just hoist it

From attic to attic, loft to loft, never once opening

It to see what was inside? Hard to imagine

Curiosity insufficient to lift a lid
 

© Joseph G Dawson
28/06/2017

 





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