Wednesday, May 21, 2008
I Don't Miss The Hiss
CDs MP3s and digital downloads may be as sexy as the highway code, but for all the cosy fireside crackle of analogue and super size artwork of album covers, there’s a fistful of things I don't miss about the old fangled ways of listening...
Housing a Hi-Fi the size of a paraffin heater.
Picking up phantom ham radio broadcasters through the speakers.
Know alls picking holes in your personal filing system 'you've got *** next too ***? - That's not right!'
The mind melting madness of actual man hours invested in compiling a single 90 minute tape, or the trickery and tactics of trying to wrench in that last track without clipping it or leaving a large gap.
The ghostly notes of backwards backing vocals seeping through from the other side. IE
Andy Partridges home demo of 'Harvest Festival' - recorded onto cassette, which hasn't quite wiped the previous classical recording from the tape.
The mangled reels and reef knot ribbons in the tape head - dear God please not the car stereo.
Those 'been done left in the sun' wobbles.
RSI from rewinding with pencil
Knowing the hops, skips and jumps as initmatley as the lyrics.
That random dusty needle glide (hey hey hey what's a happening!)
Blu Tack and copper coinage (never silver) employed as a weighting device.
Set dressing the 'scene' with romantic mood music, only for the mood go into meltdown at the inevitable album turn over( or the passion killing clunk and fidget of auto reverse tape decks.)