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like in the old days with the record player
Danged hypersensitive CD recorder, and/or a lousy CDRW, and another several tracks from various records not properly recorded. Now it's late at night, too, and I'm thinking maybe the fates are trying to tell me something about potential recipients by mail; no time tonight to get after those songs again, let alone the ones I didn't get to, and mail deadlines are fast approaching. I can't be overnighting in the ambivalent case.
Yeah, kinda vague I suppose, but I'm feeling a little vague about sharing this little conundrum.
I did do the dishes and a load of laundry and succeeded in not setting foot outside the house. What else. Watched that "Six Feet Under" DVD. That's some good shit, man. Didn't do the bills.
Playing old records & taping from them eats up time like crazy. It's a kind of time I usually like to be in, but it helps if I can stay up as late as I want---and feel free to enjoy, and go with the flows. And, boy, playing records has a history of keeping me up all night.
One of my friends, who used to live next door to me at college, reported wondering why she'd hear the very tail end of one song over and over again, and then the same with another song, and then another. Or maybe it was my former gf before she became by gf. It was either her or Laura, I'm pretty sure. What I was doing was a count of the gap between the end of one song and the beginning of the one I wanted, so's to catch the edit. Not have too much space between the two. Or, even worse, I might have been doing a "storytime"---a story told in clips of other songs. That was a specialty of me and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pijeanf at one point.
It's not been a terrible day or anything, but sadness is with me today. Most decidedly so. Sitting next to me, or sidling up to whisper in my ear, or just having that presence in the room. Like one of the dead people who hang around the "Six Feet"ers. I'd try to tell it that its being the same old sadness is getting a bit tired, and inquire about whether maybe it doesn't feel a little silly & think maybe it should be moving along, but I know it's not going to listen to me. Not much, anyway.
Time for sleeping now. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (that was quick) zzzzzzzzzz zzzz z zzzzzzzzzzz. .z..zz..zz.....
Yeah, kinda vague I suppose, but I'm feeling a little vague about sharing this little conundrum.
I did do the dishes and a load of laundry and succeeded in not setting foot outside the house. What else. Watched that "Six Feet Under" DVD. That's some good shit, man. Didn't do the bills.
Playing old records & taping from them eats up time like crazy. It's a kind of time I usually like to be in, but it helps if I can stay up as late as I want---and feel free to enjoy, and go with the flows. And, boy, playing records has a history of keeping me up all night.
One of my friends, who used to live next door to me at college, reported wondering why she'd hear the very tail end of one song over and over again, and then the same with another song, and then another. Or maybe it was my former gf before she became by gf. It was either her or Laura, I'm pretty sure. What I was doing was a count of the gap between the end of one song and the beginning of the one I wanted, so's to catch the edit. Not have too much space between the two. Or, even worse, I might have been doing a "storytime"---a story told in clips of other songs. That was a specialty of me and
pijeanf at one point.It's not been a terrible day or anything, but sadness is with me today. Most decidedly so. Sitting next to me, or sidling up to whisper in my ear, or just having that presence in the room. Like one of the dead people who hang around the "Six Feet"ers. I'd try to tell it that its being the same old sadness is getting a bit tired, and inquire about whether maybe it doesn't feel a little silly & think maybe it should be moving along, but I know it's not going to listen to me. Not much, anyway.
Time for sleeping now. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (that was quick) zzzzzzzzzz zzzz z zzzzzzzzzzz. .z..zz..zz.....
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Storytimes--I haven't done one of those in ages.
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One of those two blues CDs I did for you a few years ago took me forEVer, dealing with glitchiness.
When my Teac died I lost the capacity to do a good storytime. The Luxman---one of the few cassette decks I could find w/mic inputs back in '90-something---has a delay in pick up when releasing pause. I liked the mechanical pause button much more.
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Yeah, glitchiness on some cds is really annoying. Out of the pack of Memorexes I made yours and
One of those two blues CDs I did for you a few years ago
You never did the second one for me! I gots the men. Ain't gots no wimmin.
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I suppose eventually I could convert most of my favorite stuff on records & tapes to digital & then just use the record sleeves for decorations. Sometimes I like to put on a record, though. I think it was Ghost World (the movie) that got me sentimental about dropping a needle on a freshly Discwashered disc. But the first few seconds of "Back in the Day" (Ahmad), with its faux turntable scritchies, helped too.
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Count the gaps on the record to find the song you want.
Put the needle down at the beginning of the song. Do not start the record. Instead, spin the disc with your finger slowly, until you find the beginning of the song. Then, rotate the disc around the other way until you have found the appropriate gap length. Then play the record.
If this just complicates things, mi excusi. If it helps, glad to oblige.
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(singing back at you) Anatevka! Anatevka! . . .
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(I don't even TRY to record things right now. Sigh.)
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I seem to remember David Bowie's Joe the Lion being a character in one of the early ones.
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