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Post by Urethra Franklin on Dec 14, 2017 14:53:32 GMT
Nothing quite like non-fill to make a sorry lot of sad lads even sadder.
That's the price of ordering 180g or 200g records. In the mass production days of the 60s and 70s, the crap was weeded out, But now its not. Tough luck SHites. Get the CDs arseholes.
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Post by Mediocrates on Dec 14, 2017 16:17:57 GMT
Seriously. Do these fuckers ever get a record that plays? I buy records all the time. One in a hundred, maybe, has a flaw bad enough to warrant a return. SHites haven't gotten their money's worth until they've returned it three times and whined about it five. I swear if my hobby made me as sad as it does for them, I'd jump off a bridge. They're just poating for audiophile cred. Complaining about modern vinyl shows you have resolving gear, as well as "the ears".
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Post by krabapple on Dec 16, 2017 4:06:56 GMT
Love watching vinylphiles bicker and lay down their laws. Recently saw one proclaim online to another that "ever new unplayed record MUST BE properly cleaned before playing."
What stupid fucking shit tech.
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Post by blahdiofile on Dec 16, 2017 4:20:09 GMT
I once ordered a record on Amazon. The corner of the jacket was bent and the vinyl had a paper scuff on one side. I played the goddamned thing and it sounded just fine. The bumped corner did not give me insomnia nor did the the scuff fill me with existential dread. It is clear now that I am doing this all wrong.
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Post by antiram on Dec 16, 2017 4:54:54 GMT
Some of my greatest joys in life were repeated listenings to scuffed up rekkids from the used bin. Probably 75% of my collection (when I had one) was from the used bin. I would have preferred no crackles and pops, but as a used record buyer, you knew it was part of the experience. You lived with it, because the music was so fucking great.
That is my chief quarrel with audiophools. They go through such agony, resigned to a life where nothing is ever perfect, losing sleep over scuffs and dings, all in the service of listening to Olivia Newton-John, The Monkees, or freakin' "Big Barn Bed" It's like serving gas station burgers on fine china. At no time do any of these guys ever convince me that they have actually connected to the music (man), or been moved by it, or inspired by it, or exhilarated by it. They are stamp collectors. What is the use of it all?
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Post by blahdiofile on Dec 16, 2017 5:29:42 GMT
If this reissue of the 1910 Fruitgum Company isn't from the analog masters and pressed onto perfect vinyl and housed in a flawless jacket, I'll just cry into my Paul shaped pillow. If the re-issue does meet my increasingly critical standards, then I will be forced to realize that if still didn't fill the hole in my soul. I am the hungry ghost.
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Post by hugofuguzev on Dec 16, 2017 6:45:00 GMT
Some of my greatest joys in life were repeated listenings to scuffed up rekkids from the used bin. Probably 75% of my collection (when I had one) was from the used bin. I would have preferred no crackles and pops, but as a used record buyer, you knew it was part of the experience. You lived with it, because the music was so fucking great. That is my chief quarrel with audiophools. They go through such agony, resigned to a life where nothing is ever perfect, losing sleep over scuffs and dings, all in the service of listening to Olivia Newton-John, The Monkees, or freakin' "Big Barn Bed" It's like serving gas station burgers on fine china. At no time do any of these guys ever convince me that they have actually connected to the music (man), or been moved by it, or inspired by it, or exhilarated by it. They are stamp collectors. What is the use of it all? Exactly. I don't give a fuck if my copy of an LP isn't 'minty' (or even VG+)- as long as the goddamn thing plays, I'm good. Some of these fuckin' guys will send a record back repeatedly if there's one goddamned speck of dust on the thing- like, who cares? Jesus Murphy, talk about yer first world fuckin' problems...
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Post by hoffa_nagila on Dec 16, 2017 10:27:58 GMT
Clearly, they couldn't have always been that way. I mean, did anyone in the sixties and seventies care about this stuff? My bet is that this quest for perfect quality started innocently enough, back when it was legitimate conversations about versions made from high-gen sources, or CDs that were genuinely mastered poorly. But slowly I think it has devolved, a descent into madness as they now look for any little perceived flaw. They are the princesses who can feel the pea no matter how many mattresses they lie on.
Any little dent or ding in packaging means they immediately send it back. Even with all the shit I order, there was only one time I sent something back, when the sleeve had a large and deep razor blade cut going through it. Smushed corners, a few scuff marks? Surely not ideal, but if it doesn't arrive like that, likely at some point in my possession it will wind up that way.
I was under the impression that hobbies are supposed to be fun. I guess no one told them.
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Post by graucho on Dec 16, 2017 11:09:23 GMT
I think this quest for perfection is a manifestation of neurosis. I doubt most stamp collectors are as neurotic. The audiophile SHites are unwittingly trying to maintain an illusion but it is ultimately futile, hence the constant disappointment, dissatisfaction and complaining about their listening experiences. The illusion is that all is still, fun, bright, youthful and rosy, that they are in control.
But the reality is completely out of sync with that. They attempt to reconstruct any former joy they may have had when they were young and the only way they can do this is through expensive equipment, elaborate listening rituals, owning 'physical product', remastered hoffy SACDs etc. None of this works, of course but they don't want to uncover this well of unhappiness. It's just easier to play along, keep it upbeat and 'family orientated', no 'negativity', make hip hop (the enemy signifying generation that supplanted their youth) jibes, keep it inane or just carrying on complaining about faulty vinyl.
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Post by hugofuguzev on Dec 16, 2017 13:15:40 GMT
I was under the impression that hobbies are supposed to be fun. I guess no one told them. Some of the SHiTES can suck the fun out of any aspect of music, from buying to collecting to listening.
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Post by Mediocrates on Dec 16, 2017 17:42:34 GMT
I'm gonna quote myself (as SHite) from an old thread on the same subject:
Not surprisingly, there was a pile-on revolt over such heretical comments.
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Post by audiopro on Dec 17, 2017 7:47:12 GMT
My Grandad never owned any kind of gramophone, but was one of the keenest music fans I've ever known. He had a massive, valve radio - a wedding present in 1933 - which was on whenever he was awake.
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Post by AnalogRearEnd on Dec 17, 2017 8:23:28 GMT
Unless that thing had a Shunyata power cord, your gramps was totally missing out.
(LeeS says "hi")
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Post by audiopro on Dec 18, 2017 12:47:04 GMT
No power cord. A huge, lead acid battery. No earth means infinitely-resolving sound right down to -12Hz. AM only, too. He was a regular concertgoer well into his eighties, devoted to his radio, but he never owned a record nor anything to play it on.
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Post by audiopro on Dec 19, 2017 15:59:12 GMT
He thought the Beatles were great, but became a bit weird. He thought their solo careers weren't up to much. He didn't think any of them held a candle to Little Richard and Gene Vincent, though.
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