I have no memory of the time before I loved records.  I played them when I was alone and when I had company.  My father told me that I learned to read from record labels.  It's plausible.  Below, you can see a photo of me with my first record player, a gift from my parents.

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Many years later, my spouse gave me a much bigger record player.  Three hundred glowing pounds, with chrome and red buttons; you could see it playing the records you had selected.  I loved it.  Guests loved it.  The records themselves loved it.  I wanted to share it with everybody.

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I started New York Jukebox in order to do so.  Wherever I take a jukebox, I see surprise and delight.  It's a lot of fun.  Give a call to schedule a visit. 

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Terry Swords