I have a grooved face but I never frown, I spinningly dance as the needle drops down. I can hold a dark history or capture your voice, To scratch me or play me is entirely your choice. I am broken when athletes achieve something grand, Yet I safely spin music inside of your hand. What am I?

Tested by family and friends alike, failing to contain me could lead to a fight. When annoyance takes hold, I am stretched to my limit. Some people lose me in a heated moment, and one bad choice can change a life.

From skies afar, a starry guest, Not quite like us, yet here to rest. Strange in manner, odd in guise, A mystery wrapped in cosmic ties.

I bring joy to children, until someone discovers just how loud I can be.

How much is that doggie in the…? Wait. Where is the doggie? Remember when you had to roll them up or down in the car? The first four of my letters describe something I protect you from. I am literally needed when one defenestrates. What am I?