For some reason, we had some 78s that were all about business something or other back when I was a kid.
Waste of a record.
You have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.
Giles ,'Touched'
Natter .38 Special
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
P.M. Marc - Sep 06, 2005 5:36:09 pm PDT #5086 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
tommyrot - Sep 06, 2005 5:36:35 pm PDT #5087 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Plus 78s were made of Bakelite or somesuch brittle plastic.
amych - Sep 06, 2005 5:37:07 pm PDT #5088 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Y'all remember EPs, right? RIGHT??!
There are a few not 10 feet from me.
Jesse - Sep 06, 2005 5:37:31 pm PDT #5089 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
And "album" comes from a bunch of individual non-LP records packaged together.
Right?
P.M. Marc - Sep 06, 2005 5:38:26 pm PDT #5090 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
There are a few not 10 feet from me.
I have no idea where mine are. Lost, perhaps. They might have been shit my brother fucked up.
DavidS - Sep 06, 2005 5:38:32 pm PDT #5091 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I've heard some Edison cylinders (as played on an Edison) and they sounded at least as good as a 78. Less scratched up too.
We get the term "Album" from 78s too, because they were sold in what looked like picture albums. It took a fair number of 78s to do (for example) an opera.
xpost with Jesse!
My favorite EP is probably The Pretenders' Extended Play. Though the 10 inch ones were coooooool.
tommyrot - Sep 06, 2005 5:38:39 pm PDT #5092 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
And "album" comes from a bunch of individual non-LP records packaged together.
Right?
No. They were invented by a guy named Al, who was notoriously lazy.
Jessica - Sep 06, 2005 5:38:47 pm PDT #5093 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Gaaaaaaah.
It is lovely outside. However, my air-conditioner is blocking the window that would normally give us the most ventilation (it has a fan, which is on, but it's a wussy fan). So we have a standing fan on the other side of the room which is supposed to be turning its head back and forth and distributing air to the corner of the room where my computer lives. AND IT HAS STOPPED TURNING. It's just standing over there making a clicking sound and soon I will kill it dead.
brenda m - Sep 06, 2005 5:44:11 pm PDT #5094 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Y'all remember EPs, right? RIGHT??!
I love those little plastic things that you put in the middle of 45s to make them play on a regular turntable.
We get the term "Album" from 78s too, because they were sold in what looked like picture albums. It took a fair number of 78s to do (for example) an opera.
Got a bunch of those that were my grandfather's. One of these days I need to go through them and see what they are.
Nutty - Sep 06, 2005 5:44:29 pm PDT #5095 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
We have a bunch of records from various dead relatives (really), and I remember playing old 78s for my grandfather, music that was the Britney Spears of his day (the 1920s), when I was in my teens. I have heard of EPs, the same way that I have heard of LPs, but I never associated them with "how long the record is". I only did that by the size of the record.
Which, I am sure, is not literally the same standard.
I do remember being 18 or 19, and moving our household into a new apartment, and handling the records we'd got from our Taunton aunts. They had huge collections of classical and opera, and there was some liner note on the record box comparing a soprano to The Swan, an opera singer in the 1800s who could make you sob with a high note. The note pointed out that The Swan had died before recording equipment existed, so that we modern people will never have that experience that people of the 1800s did.
Kind of a revelation, you know? The very idea that people in the past cannot be knowable, the way that we can know people now. Not that Britney Spears is especially worth knowing.