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Without music, life would be a mistake.


Here are the gruesome twosome investigating the wonders of my old ghetto blaster. Quite what they make of the cassette decks will be interesting to know. An element of me is saddened by the fact that they are not treated to the privilege of scratched vinyl records.

Oh the joys of Boney M's Moscow forever stuck in an endless loop of a groove of a battered old seven inch. No, it's the pops and pips of digital audio for these two.
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Roddy said…
Get them up to the sunny north-west and their grandparents can get them in the groove. We still have all the old scratched vinyl to which you allude.
30 March 2009 at 19:14
Babzy.B said…
I've kept may old vinyl and listen to them sometimes ...old days ;)
30 March 2009 at 19:53
Baino said…
I kept my vinyl but haven't got a turntable! Why? O Why? Was that the same blaster that ate one of their fingers?
30 March 2009 at 20:42
Jim Klenke said…
You are probably not old enough for 8-tracks, remember them?
30 March 2009 at 22:29
Candie said…
Life without music isn't worth it!
30 March 2009 at 23:14
Dot-Com said…
I ditched my collection of cassette tapes for the second time a year ago. First was when I moved to Ireland. Never thought I'd need any again. They I bought a car with a cassette player, so I started a new collection. The car is gone now, and so are the tapes.
31 March 2009 at 06:30
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, but no record player!
31 March 2009 at 08:43
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, vinyl has its moments, but it can be a tad annoying in it's size and fragility.
31 March 2009 at 08:44
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, the blaster is the one and same. Ezra is being extra careful.
31 March 2009 at 08:45
Kris McCracken said…
Jim, I remember 8 tracks, but preferred reel to reel!
31 March 2009 at 08:45
Kris McCracken said…
Candie, too right!
31 March 2009 at 08:45
Kris McCracken said…
Dot-Com, I bit the bullet some time back and ditched the cassettes. I have a few thousand CDs that are now pretty useless now!
31 March 2009 at 08:46
Neva said…
this is a charming picture.....
31 March 2009 at 10:22
smudgeon said…
Man, you haven't heard music intil you've listened to it on wax cylinder. Forget your fancy 8-tracks and your piano rolls....
31 March 2009 at 12:17
Roddy said…
Obviously my son, you haven't been here for quite some time. When last we went looking for a new stereo the one criteria I insisted on was that it had to have a turn-table. You want to play vinyl, I have the means.
31 March 2009 at 16:07
yamini said…
I agree with you Kris that listening to music the old way was more romantic than it is now, listening to the iPods, etc.
I still have my first cassette player with me and the collection of all my music cassettes as well. Whenever I feel nostalgic, I switch that on and listen to my old, old collection of songs. It is therapeutic.
By the way, Ez is looking quite sporty in the t-shirt and shorts. Looks like he wants to have his way with Henry.
31 March 2009 at 16:23
Kris McCracken said…
Neva, they're charming boys!
1 April 2009 at 09:04
Kris McCracken said…
Me, wax cylindera?

BAH!

We were lucky to have a couple of rocks to listen to. And that were our dinner too!
1 April 2009 at 09:08
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I was there not ten months ago.
1 April 2009 at 09:09
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, Jen loves Ezra's thighs in this shot. They are indeed very squeezable.

The fact that this makes him laugh is an added bonus.
1 April 2009 at 09:10
Kitty said…
ha. I can just imagine the narratives that these two are coming up with.

Oh to be a little kid again!!
1 April 2009 at 13:25
KL said…
Your father must have made similar comments when you enjoyed tapes and he was more habituated with all those LP-records (His Masters Voice - HMV) :-)
1 April 2009 at 22:01
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, it would no doubt involve food.
2 April 2009 at 13:44
Kris McCracken said…
KL, you can see for yourself right here!
2 April 2009 at 13:45
Roddy said…
Perhaps you missed something when last you visited. The music system has been here the past 9 years. It did hide in Jasons' room for a number of years though.
Anyway, if they want vinyl then it all lives here.
3 April 2009 at 18:57
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, take a chill pill dude.
4 April 2009 at 19:05
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