Man, I think I had a better setup in '72. It was in my own house. Pipestone dust turned the bed sheets and even the grooves in the LPs pink, but it was a snap to get to work. That thingumjigger you got hooked up to your headphones is cool, but remember the sweet spot in the shop where you could jump and pop the needle any time the record player on the other side of the house got stuck? Our Dad would warn you about this concrete floor you got.