Some of you may know I do PC help with seniors as part of my role at work, and theres one guy that I'm helping with scanning his old slides and some of the basics and such. He's completely anti-computer related technology but over the last 6 months or so he's taken on a lot and has just recent even bought a new Mac. He's just turned 78 and is a wonderfully interesting person and I always look forward to our sessions every week, I usually end up learning just as much as he does.
He knows about my passion for ghettoblasters, and I always record our sessions to tape on whatever radio I've carried to work that day, and he's always keeping an eye out for me and we always have a good chat about my latest acquisitions. A few weeks back he said he was doing some cleaning up at his daughter's house and found one 'in a trailer to go to the dump'. He saved it for me and took it home. A few days later he was listening to his favourite radio programme on his sony hifi at his place down the coast and the reception started breaking up. He lives a good hour away from the nearest town and is essentially in coastal bushland, so he said this isn't the first time it's happened as radio and tv reception is entirely reliant on the current weather.
Upon this radio reception failing he remembered the radio he'd saved for me in his car so he plugged it in and gave her a try. To his amazement the reception came through perfectly and he was astounded by the sound quality and volume out of it. I said this is the best story ever and it's a true indicator of the quality of vintage audio gear. I told him his homework for the week was to use his new digital camera (which he's just learning on) to take some photos of it for me so I could tell what it was and he shared my excitement.
This monday he turns up, very proud of doing his homework, so we fire up his camera and theres a whole series of his reclaimed ghettoblaster positioned about his balcony. The pick the bunch is below. I was elated, as he'd done the homework but his satisfaction at completing it and the massive amount of pleasure and excitement I got out of it was a really touching moment and gave me some of the best job satisfaction I've ever experienced.
It's a virtually mint RC-M60, all functions perfect. He kept telling me he'll bring it in for me but I convinced him to keep it for at least a while so he can enjoy it at his house and share some of the same joy I get out of my collection on a daily basis. I said I'll always have a home for it, but only when he's ready to throw it out again. To be honest it gives me more happiness being used by him than it would being in my collection at the moment, and sometimes thats what really matters.
Rock On.
He knows about my passion for ghettoblasters, and I always record our sessions to tape on whatever radio I've carried to work that day, and he's always keeping an eye out for me and we always have a good chat about my latest acquisitions. A few weeks back he said he was doing some cleaning up at his daughter's house and found one 'in a trailer to go to the dump'. He saved it for me and took it home. A few days later he was listening to his favourite radio programme on his sony hifi at his place down the coast and the reception started breaking up. He lives a good hour away from the nearest town and is essentially in coastal bushland, so he said this isn't the first time it's happened as radio and tv reception is entirely reliant on the current weather.
Upon this radio reception failing he remembered the radio he'd saved for me in his car so he plugged it in and gave her a try. To his amazement the reception came through perfectly and he was astounded by the sound quality and volume out of it. I said this is the best story ever and it's a true indicator of the quality of vintage audio gear. I told him his homework for the week was to use his new digital camera (which he's just learning on) to take some photos of it for me so I could tell what it was and he shared my excitement.
This monday he turns up, very proud of doing his homework, so we fire up his camera and theres a whole series of his reclaimed ghettoblaster positioned about his balcony. The pick the bunch is below. I was elated, as he'd done the homework but his satisfaction at completing it and the massive amount of pleasure and excitement I got out of it was a really touching moment and gave me some of the best job satisfaction I've ever experienced.
It's a virtually mint RC-M60, all functions perfect. He kept telling me he'll bring it in for me but I convinced him to keep it for at least a while so he can enjoy it at his house and share some of the same joy I get out of my collection on a daily basis. I said I'll always have a home for it, but only when he's ready to throw it out again. To be honest it gives me more happiness being used by him than it would being in my collection at the moment, and sometimes thats what really matters.
Rock On.
Well done and a nice box!
