I am a child of the early ‘60’s, and everything that implies. My parents weren’t the hippy types, but more the Mad Men type of parents…without the alcohol. They loved to listen to music when I was little and on special occasions they would break out the record collection and the crème de menthe.
The coffee table in our living room was actually a record player cabinet. It was wood with two marble tiles on the surface with mesh fabric covering the speakers. The cabinet had a drawer and hidden inside was a turntable. I loved listening to my parent’s records while my mom was making dinner. When I was little, I owned no albums of my own, but I used to spend hours listening to Nancy Sinatra and the Tijuana Brass…and staring at the album covers.