Funky turn

Just before the corner where the road takes a turn into the upmarket bustle of Lindsay Street, a series of quaint gramophone record-players lure passers-by. Often, when the MTV-friendly trash on the CD systems get boring, the 76s circle out interesting tunes: standards, really old blues, screechy motown, the odd Elvis, sometimes Marley, Dylan or The Meters. Anyone who has ever had anything for a record player knows the sound of a well-oiled one, and these shops maintained theirs' well enough. That was one funky corner of town, in the real sense of the maligned word.
Chacha's shop had the best of these players. Some were even up for sale. When I think back now, it seems easy to understand why Chacha could afford to pile up such a huge LP collection in the first place — he had the best players to run those babies.