A few responses to yesterday's column, "Memories Don't Bite the Dust."
Had to laugh at today's column. When I got my first portable cassette recorder (around 1972), I recorded a number of favorite pieces on a tape to listen to in the car, including the Hallelujah chorus from Handel's Messiah. Unfortunately, the last 30 seconds or so were cut off. I can't listen to the piece even 35 years later, without mentally expecting that break. I also used it to record music from the radio, but I was smart enough to use the headphone jack to connect the radio to the recorder. The bad news – we had a fridge that pumped out a burst of static every time the motor kicked in, so again, there are some pieces I can't listen to without expecting that sudden "gaaaark" in the middle.
Oh my gosh…..reading the Memories don't bite the dust column had me rolling in laughter!! I too did the EXACT same thing and to this day, anytime I hear "Come on Eileen" or "Heart of Glass", I repeat the words of the DJ in my head everytime!! That is too funny! =)
(Subject header: Neither do mine, and they never will)
The subject header is my response to your latest column, "Memories don't bite the dust." In the mid-'80s, I made similarly pirated audio recordings of TV shows, mainly Saturday morning cartoons, sitcoms, MTV, and so on (we didn't have a VCR just yet, so that was how I improvised), after which I'd switch to the stereo system and fill the rest of the tapes with music. Back then it was almost unheard of to have Sheena Easton and Van Halen on the same playlist, let alone the same tape, but I didn't care. I had eclectic tastes in music then, and I still have them now, though today it's rather odd for me to listen to a live version of Nazareth's "Dream On" (not to be confused with Aerosmith's hit single of the same name) without the phone ringing in the background. Looking back, such discrepancies on my recordings were really a disguised life lesson on not sweating the small stuff. And believe it or not, I still have them all. I unearthed them recently while cleaning out my storage containers, and upon setting aside a select few to play once again, I felt like an archaeologist digging up the prized artifacts I always knew they'd be, because that's exactly what they are. Suffice it to say my CD, VHS and DVD libraries have grown considerably since those days, and like the audio tapes that preceded them, they're parts of who I am and what I'm all about and I'm not ashamed of them. In conclusion, rest assured I have ways of seeing to it that my memories will never bite the dust!