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.
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.
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.