Still, though Tiare was old and fat, on occasion we rolled back the Brussels carpet, brought in the maids and one or two friends of Tiare's, and danced, though now to the wheezy music of a gramaphone.
I looked round the cosy, shabby, homely little parlour in which Mrs. Hudson had lived so long. I wondered if there was anything I could do for her. I noticed that she had a gramophone. It was the only thing I could think of.
She used to plug in her twelve and a half dollar hi-fi set, y'know, with the teakwood needle, and put on the record albums on of Marcel Marceau, y'know, just...
And yeah, a lot of people around my age group, they are starting to collect vinyls or they either have a record player or are listening to them on vinyls.
I stayed in a lovely apartment just outside of city center, where mornings and evenings were spent listening to music on a turntable in a dimly lit room.