I think their “Spinder” accounts would sound something like this— “I’m tired of revolving around the same scratched records in clubs. I’m simply trying to find my needle in the haystack. I’m a natural walnut veneer and though my counterweight is heavy, I’ve had a lot of compliments on my B-side. I’ve also been told I have a great magnetic field. I’m 33-1/3rd years old. I’m quiet when you first meet me, but if you turn me on, I can go all the way with the 12” long play. I’m a little spinny at times, but for the record, I’m not too much of a pain in the bass. My stylus is casual- I won’t judge you by your slipmat, but if you skip on me, I may reject you. I’m not looking for a diamond cartridge on my tonearm, just a receiver that will get my motor running and spin my headshell around. If you’re interested, call my phono and we’ll hit the groove🤘 NP
If Turntables Were Part Of The Dating Scene.

True words, too much superficiality in the modern world, focus on the shallow, instead of appreciating the classic, the timeless, the more pure. Perhaps it wasn’t your meaning, but that’s something I read out of your words young master Neil
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