I was 4 years old, listening to a record on headphones connected to this rig. Leaned too far back, and caught the 1/4 inch input jack on the headphones right in my fucking eyeball.
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God damn that takes me back. My parents had a stack like that in the 90s. Bottom portion was all CDs and the top was a 5 CD changer, tape player/ recorder, radio unit, an amplifier, and these really dope floor speakers that to this day are hooked up to a record player at my uncles house. I remember walking into the living room as Welcome to the Machine was playing. I didn't know the song, of course because I would have been < 5, but I remember being amazed at all the different sounds going on. And then immediately screaming when the air raid siren goes off at the end.
The music of the time these were being made would have sounded incredible through them.
Well, we were living in the land of tornado sirens. Which, got tested once per week during the season. Every week once a week in the afternoon repurposed air raid sirens go off all over town. It was the end of the world to 3 year old me every time it happened. That air raid siren at the end of Welcome to The Machine put that same fear in me. Damn good speakers.