Chicago, 2008.

My wife and I drove to the windy city in October of 2008 to see My Morning Jacket. The show had been cancelled because just a couple nights prior Jim James took a spill from an extremely high stage and messed himself up pretty good. The hotel where we’d made reservations wasn’t understanding regarding our predicament involving a Chicago trip with no more plans, so the trip ended up being just a night in the windy city.

The hotel was on Michigan Avenue, so we could make our way up and down the shopping mecca and browse as long as our feet would allow. I was toying with the idea of buying a turntable for myself as I was getting the itch to jump into the vinyl game. I hadn’t owned a turntable since the early 90s when I gave into CDs completely and sold the record player for pennies on the dollar. I did keep my small stack of records, I suppose for nostalgia’s sake. But I was well into my 30s at that point and looking for a vice to throw money at since I wasn’t into drug addictions, fast cars, or boozy dames. Also, I’m a student of the ritual and a lover of process. Vinyl seemed like a good place to go.

Even though I didn’t have a turntable yet, I wanted to look at records. We made our way to the famous Jazz Record Mart on Illinois Avenue so I could peruse some jazz LPs I didn’t know anything about. I mean, I guess I knew a little. I owned some Thelonious Monk and Chick Korea CDs, but I hadn’t jumped in head first just yet. Walking into that store was overwhelming. So much to choose from, plus a huge selection of classic jazz and blues 78s. With no record player to spin them on, I began pulling vinyl from bins and carrying them around like a newby father holding his infant newborn. Davis, Tyner, Montgomery, Coltrane; names I’d heard and was curious about but never dived into deeply. I carried those albums around as if I was holding in my arms the secrets of the universe. The feel, the smell of the shop, the quirky jazz heads that stalked and stared at beautiful album covers feverishly and with precision, everything about that spot was right in my mind. I knew I was home.

After an hour my wife said we should go as it was getting dark and we still needed to eat, so I begrudgingly put back the bulk of what I was carrying and I kept three to take home for that future turntable. Wes Montgomery and Wynton Kelly’s Smokin’ at the Half Note, Eric Dolphy’s Out There, and Lee Morgan’s The Sidewinder. I knew Montgomery and Morgan as I’d been listening to them a lot on Accu Radio online, but Dolphy was fairly new to me. A guy at work had let me borrow his stack of cherished Dolphy and Booker Little CDs a couple years prior so I knew Dolphy was indeed “out there”, but the album cover won me over. Slightly psychedelic and with a touch of Dali-esque furvor, the cover said “Take me home.” I paid the man and we were on our way into the Chicago evening.

It was about three weeks later in November of 2008 that I had pulled the trigger and bought a record player. I landed on the Audio Technica AT-PL120 due to its decent ratings on Amazon and it’s stylish looks. It wasn’t automatic and it was direct-drive, also two things I was looking for. After it arrived and just a little bit of setting it up I had it ready to roll and the first record I dropped that needle on was The Sidewinder. It felt really good to hear the little pops and cracks before the opening track blasted thru my Pioneer 3-way towers speakers. It was as if I’d finally come to some next great phase in my own personal evolution. First big job at 19, married at 22, became a dad at 26, then again at 29, then for the last time at 31.

At 34 I bought the AT-PL120 and the rest is history.

I have many things to be thankful for, and I’m thankful for them every day I get out of bed and get to live another day. Not just one day of the year, but every single damn day. I’m thankful for being with the same wonderful woman for the past nearly 28 years. I’m thankful for the amazing kids we’ve raised. I’m thankful for a job that provides me wages that put a roof over our heads and food in the cupboards. I’m thankful for friends that have always been there when I needed them(and that I’ve been able to be there for them as well.) I’m thankful for this spot here in the interwebs where I can wax ecstatic about what excites me most, music(and occasionally movies, shows, and comic books.) I’m thankful for the folks I’ve encountered and come to know and call friends thru their writing and similarly ecstatic love of music while writing in these hollowed halls of Complex Distractions. I’m also thankful for the countless artists who have taken time out of their busy and creative lives to sit down and talk with me about their art, craft, and what fuels their creative endeavors.

I’m also thankful for my AT-PL120. It’s provided me an avenue of enjoyment nothing else quite could. Sure, any record player would do. But I landed on this one, and it’s mine. Ten years on and I’m still spinning records daily and with utter conviction. One minor repair(soldered on a new RCA jack 5 years ago) and a cartridge upgrade to an Ortofon 2m Red, and she still spins records like a champ. Buying this turntable and getting into the vinyl game has been one of the best decisions I’ve made. It may not necessarily define me, but the words “dad” and “vinyl” are pretty synonymous in our home(with “dad” and “beer” a close second.)

So to all my friends celebrating Thanksgiving, Happy Thanksgiving. Those that aren’t, thanks for being a part of my life. We should have a beer and spin some records sometime.


8 thoughts on “AT-PL120

  1. I never knew about the AT PL120. My nephew loves his AT LP120 though (maybe just a newer version of yours.)
    Like you he enjoys his direct drives. I prefer my belt drives, but vinyl, turntables, and music for that matter is a great way to bring people together.

    P.S. Dad. Beer. Vinyl.
    Are there 3 better words in the English language?

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    1. The LP120 is the newer model with USB compatibility. They stopped making the PL120 in 2009. It’s just a solid table. Very reliable. I’ve got an LP60 in the basement. Belt drive and automatic. Great little player, too.

      Dad. Beer. Vinyl. Building blocks to a better civilization.

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  2. That’s a damn fine turntable, JH. It’s nice to read about your return to the format… in many ways it’s similar to mine.

    I found my way to vinyl 5 years ago. I’d been enjoying listening to records at my younger brother’s place… and then he was getting rid of his Gemini XL-200. It was mine if I wanted it. I’d been chatting with Y about getting a player and we had a look online, but this would tide me over. I still have it. I’ve never ‘upgraded’. I likely will at some point, but the last 5 years, that thing has played thousands of sides.

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    1. Way I see it, whatever works for you. I know there are much nicer tables out there, but mine has done right by me and I don’t see any reason to upgrade. As long as it sounds good to my ears, I’m happy.

      Nice that you were able to snag one from your older brother.

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      1. Same way I see it. I have no real urge to buy something else… if it’s not broken why fix it, right? It allows me to listen to music and it’s always been about the ritual and enjoyment of listening to an album for me. Heck, I can just pull an LP from the shelf and be happy looking at it.

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