Black and grey fine line tattoo of a gramophone with a flared horn and wooden turntable base, on the outer forearm.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Gramophone on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a vintage gramophone with a large flared horn curving up from a wooden record player base, with the tonearm resting on the turntable. The linework is fine and dark, with light shading on the horn and the cabinet to give it volume. The design is set against bare skin in a black and white photograph, with the arm filling the right side of the frame.

Fine line Forearm Horn Music

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You want to know about the Halloran boy and the wireless, I'll tell you, but you'll have to sit down, because my knees have opinions about standing. Back then Mrs Pryce kept the only gramophone in Caddon Row, a brass-throated thing she wound with a crank that took two hands and a prayer. She played nothing but Gracie Fields and the Ink Spots on Saturdays, and the rest of the week it sat under a green cloth like a sleeping hen.

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The boy came round in the November rain asking if he could hear the horn sing. He was twelve and had no money, so he offered to sweep the back step every morning until Christmas. Mrs Pryce looked at his boots, which were two sizes too big and tied with string, and told him the step was swept already. He said then he would sweep the bit of pavement in front of the chapel, which nobody had swept since the Coronation. She laughed so hard she had to sit on the coal scuttle, and that was the deal.

By Christmas he could wind the spring without breaking it, and by Lent he could lift the needle with two fingers, the way you'd lift a moth off a cake. Mrs Pryce died in the spring, quite peacefully, in her chair with the cloth still over the machine. When the solicitor came, the only thing she'd left to the boy was that gramophone, and a note that said only: Mind the horn, it likes a bit of quiet. He carried it home up Caddon Hill in a wheelbarrow, and I'll swear the whole street heard it humming all the way.