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My First CD Player--> Sony CDP-S45


I had bought it in '97, at around Christmas time. I was so enthused, I bunked classes the next day! Played a lot of classical CDs that night. Accidentally broke my glasses in the process!

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S Sirisena said…
I've got one of these as well. Unfortunately, the remote got water-logged so I didn't get full use of the player after that. It was a really good CD player at the time.
Do you know the model number of the remote? Perhaps I could look for one online.
Thank you!
Oscar said…
Tngo una bandeja igual y necesitaría regular los tornillos del laser,alguien me puéd ayudar? Gracias
Oscar said…
Quise decir,calibrar los tornillos.
Anonymous said…

Sony RM-D320 Remote control
Comprei um destes no Mercado Livre.
Abraço desde Brasil.
Unknown said…
i have one and love it, but the cd release doesn't open anymore, it seems jammed, don't know what to do,.

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