I carefully clean my first pressing of Gaite Parisienne, set it on the turntable to play, lower the needle, then go in to take a shower (with the door open). Shortly later the music is interrupted by Zrrrip! Zrrrrip! Zrrrrip!
I leap out of the shower and rush naked and dripping to the turntable. There is my daughter's cat, sitting on the shelf, batting the tonearm back and forth with its paws...
The cat lived. The record didn't.
I leap out of the shower and rush naked and dripping to the turntable. There is my daughter's cat, sitting on the shelf, batting the tonearm back and forth with its paws...
The cat lived. The record didn't.