I remember the day my teen son discovered the “Frampton Comes Alive!” album in a box in the basement. He and I had been given the dismal task of tidying up the unfinished portion.
He asked how did one play such a large disk. I directed him to the dust covered phonograph and he figured out how to connect it to the downstairs electronics. I showed him how to drop the needle.
For the next 78 minutes very little cleaning got done. Our son changed his Facebook avatar to be Peter Frampton, and another rocker was born.