Our Old 'sanyo' Poem by Greg Costello

Remember our old 'Sanyo' three-in-one,
A musical delight to my young mind,
Listening spellbound as our vinyl spun,
'Twas with tape-deck and radio combined.

Recalling when it first came to our house,
The best invention ever, it was hailed,
Excited, but as quiet as a mouse,
Itching for this new voice to be unveiled.

A few things first, required some pointing out,
Stereo jargon that we ought to know,
'Volume control negates the need to shout
For spinning discs, you switch it to phono.'

'All albums should be played at thirty-three,
For singles you best change to forty-five,
The stylus, always handle carefully,
Drop in the groove and hear it come alive.'

One last glance at dials of treble and bass,
Now what to play, oh such a glorious choice! ,
Pick Blondie with her fragile 'Heart of Glass'
Or air Rod Stewart's distinctive, raspy voice-

My brother wore out needles playing Queen,
To Shalimar, Mam was a loyal fan,
On Robbins, Cash and Rogers, Dad was keen,
My sister loved Le Bon's, Duran Duran

And Boomtown Rats, their 'Tonic for the Troops',
With Geldof's zealous rantings pouring out
Could oft' be heard among our favourite groups,
The Clash's lyrics, Strummer, he would spout.

For years the 'Sanyo' played impartially,
At certain times this must have been a test,
A band who went unheard regrettably,
Pink Floyd, unknownst to me, who were the best.