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My nieces came along with their dad (my brother) to visit me today. I was showing my brother the incredible treasure I'd found at a yard sale recently, a big 'documents archive' box full of 8-track tapes, all ranging in quality from 'fair' to 'practically new'. All mostly disco-era stuff, with few rock gems like FRAMPTON COMES ALIVE, Joe Walsh's BUT SERIOUSLY FOLKS, and Foreigner's first album, along with, inexplicably, THE BEST OF RAY CONIFF (who?!).
Guess which tape in the box fits the description of 'practically new'? Yeah. Ray Coniff, of course (who?!).
In the midst of all this, the younger niece wanders into the living room, listens to the conversation for a moment, then asks the question "What's an eight-track?".
Questions like that tend to make me feel old. I know it's not her fault. She's never seen an eight-track. But THAT'S the thing that makes me feel old, see. So, I demonstrate the fundamental operating principles of the Lear Stereo-8 cartridge by snapping Ray Coniff (who?!) into my early-70s vintage RCA 8-track deck, and explaining that it was one of the ways we used to listen to music, a long time ago.
Her comment, "Huh, that's weird. Why didn't you listen to CDs?" did absolutely NOTHING to make me feel better. I joke, of course. The fact that I'm old isn't exactly news. But encounters like this make me feel like Captain Caveman.
ZUG ZUG ANT'NEE BUGBOLEE UHN. (Captain Caveman says 'F*CK ME I'M STONE AGE ANCIENT'.)
ATONDA RAE CON'FF SUKKISS ('By the way, I don't much care for Ray Coniff' (who?!)).
Guess which tape in the box fits the description of 'practically new'? Yeah. Ray Coniff, of course (who?!).
In the midst of all this, the younger niece wanders into the living room, listens to the conversation for a moment, then asks the question "What's an eight-track?".
Questions like that tend to make me feel old. I know it's not her fault. She's never seen an eight-track. But THAT'S the thing that makes me feel old, see. So, I demonstrate the fundamental operating principles of the Lear Stereo-8 cartridge by snapping Ray Coniff (who?!) into my early-70s vintage RCA 8-track deck, and explaining that it was one of the ways we used to listen to music, a long time ago.
Her comment, "Huh, that's weird. Why didn't you listen to CDs?" did absolutely NOTHING to make me feel better. I joke, of course. The fact that I'm old isn't exactly news. But encounters like this make me feel like Captain Caveman.
ZUG ZUG ANT'NEE BUGBOLEE UHN. (Captain Caveman says 'F*CK ME I'M STONE AGE ANCIENT'.)
ATONDA RAE CON'FF SUKKISS ('By the way, I don't much care for Ray Coniff' (who?!)).
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