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Post by Wanklein on Jan 1, 2018 19:32:19 GMT
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Post by Mediocrates on Jan 1, 2018 19:51:02 GMT
Textbook example of groupthink going on in that thread.
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Post by Wanklein on Jan 2, 2018 16:05:50 GMT
One of my futile dreams for 2018 would be to never have to hear about VINYL again. I don't care if you like it; I don't care that it's a thing for people. Have at it. Enjoy. Have fun. Whatever. JUST SHUT THE FUCK ABOUT IT. I swear, they are like junkies who are incapable of thinking or talking about anything other than smack. Perfect Comments I'm getting some T-shirts printed
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Post by PacificOceanSpew on Jan 2, 2018 17:11:45 GMT
Most of these vinyl "issues" are due to extreme OCD or more than likely.......crap alignment, cheap styli or speakers connected out of phase. Of course, unless you have your equipment profile filled out - no one will help you.
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Post by Urethra Franklin on Jan 2, 2018 22:12:30 GMT
You got to be shittin' me.
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Post by Mediocrates on Jan 2, 2018 22:55:42 GMT
Most of these vinyl "issues" are due to extreme OCD or more than likely... ...loneliness.
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Post by Wanklein on Jan 2, 2018 23:07:43 GMT
Nice to see Neil looking like a street drinker
Sadly however, the moribund threat continues and contains this gem by MKtracy
"I just bought 3 new Classic Records pressings from AP. All 3 where scratched 2 where Lee morgan Vol 3and John Jenkins/Kenny Burrell. Waiting the the replacement disc but its ashame that all 3 had bad scratches with debris inside the inner sleeve."
Debris inside the inner sleeve whatever next? They just have to keep outdoing each other on how bad their vinyl purchases are.
It would not surprise me to read something like "I eagerly awaited the new Styx retrospective but it was not only warped, off centered and pimpled the inner sleeve contained 2kg of debris and a hive of angry wasps that viciously attacked me - I have emailed Amazon for a refund"
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Post by blahdiofile on Jan 3, 2018 4:38:59 GMT
I love vinyl and I'd wear that.
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Post by antiram on Jan 3, 2018 12:04:38 GMT
"I just bought 3 new Classic Records pressings from AP. All 3 where scratched 2 where Lee morgan Vol 3and John Jenkins/Kenny Burrell. Waiting the the replacement disc but its ashame that all 3 had bad scratches with debris inside the inner sleeve." First, let me just comment that this is the first time I have ever seen the word "ashame", which appears to be an adjective, but the misspelled "its" throws me off a little here. The eccentric capitalization suggests that we are not dealing with a genius... I suspect the "debris" he refers to are paper fibers from the inner sleeve, which cling to the vinyl due to static electricity. I used to find the sensation of opening an album and feeling that static charge as I slipped the record out of its sleeve rather pleasurable. It told me that the record was brand spanking new. A simple wipe with a static-free cloth would clear the fibers. This is like buying a new car and complaining that it smells vaguely of plastic. It is part of the joy of driving a brand new car. These guys really are miserable. They love vinyl, except they hate its physical properties, its size, its cost, its weight, its sound (unless Hoofer gets rid of all the treble for them), and its length. They love the Beatles, except they hate being forced to buy new vinyl releases. They are nagged, scolded, dissed, or abandoned by their wives and children. They lose their homes over vinyl. Vinyl has helped ruin their lives (I say 'helped' because a rekkid can't hurt anyone's life on its own; these guys had to do most of the damage to themselves), yet they smugly see themselves as superior beings. And once again, I think of the mass of vinyl junk I had accumulated as a teen and young adult. I had a few bad pressings here and there, but they were rare and nothing to lose sleep over. I accepted vinyl's limitations because it was all we had and because the music was usually good enough to transcend the physical limitations. I did sometimes dream of some kind of medium that would be indestructible, would not deteriorate with repeated plays, could be duplicated perfectly with ease in seconds, and would consume no physical space. I wasn't sure in 1982 what form this magical storage vessel would take, but I assumed computers would be involved in some manner. The invention of the mp3 (or, if I wanna go the purist route, .flac) was the realization of that dream. Once disc drive space became cheap enough to become viable to store music collections, I knew I'd never be unhappy with my music collection again. Thank you Lord Jesus for the humble audio file; you saved me from a lifetime of inner sleeve debris.
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Post by jeatletoes on Jan 4, 2018 2:40:42 GMT
I know the answer to this already, but it bears repeating: what fool would actually buy vinyl reissues of old bop albums? This stuff has been *extremely* well served many times over on ridiculously affordable and readily available CDs, sounding as good as it is ever going to sound, with every damn alternate take and scrap included. Oh, wait. That is only of interest for people who actually intend to listen to the music, as opposed to yuppie scum who want some Blue Note jewelry to display, in which case the debris and scratches shouldn't be of any consequence anyway. And, no, it won't devalue your "investment" because these trinket reissues are and will always be utterly worthless. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend Alan Zweig's 2000 documentary, Vinyl. It is the best and most honest look at the record-collecting disease. Despite the glib description the youtube uploader put here, this is anything but a "wacky" film or subject. The genius of this film is how it gradually lulls the viewer into its heart of darkness: Thanks for the link - haven't watched this in awhile but remember 3:50 or so well....and that it totally a SHiTE thing. When I have to actually suppress the desire to listen to something because I'm that OCD, then it's time to seek help.
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Post by graucho on Jan 4, 2018 23:15:40 GMT
I know the answer to this already, but it bears repeating: what fool would actually buy vinyl reissues of old bop albums? This stuff has been *extremely* well served many times over on ridiculously affordable and readily available CDs, sounding as good as it is ever going to sound, with every damn alternate take and scrap included. Oh, wait. That is only of interest for people who actually intend to listen to the music, as opposed to yuppie scum who want some Blue Note jewelry to display, in which case the debris and scratches shouldn't be of any consequence anyway. And, no, it won't devalue your "investment" because these trinket reissues are and will always be utterly worthless. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend Alan Zweig's 2000 documentary, Vinyl. It is the best and most honest look at the record-collecting disease. Despite the glib description the youtube uploader put here, this is anything but a "wacky" film or subject. The genius of this film is how it gradually lulls the viewer into its heart of darkness: Thanks for that, never seen it before. Currently over half way through. When one of the interviewees mentioned he dreams about records that don't exist I thought, oh shit. I have done that. I've also dreamt of songs that seem mindblowing in my dreams and when I wake up, that I must have created in my sleep but that's getting off the subject. I used to be excited about finding bargain vinyl when I was a teen but never became a collector, not like these guys. Alan Zweig is quite candid, seems that making it was therapy for him. Who were your favourite interviewees? The guy whose ambition was to collect every song that's ever been written and brags about knowing track listings seems to get a lot of attention but I reckon the the guy in gym clothes who lives with his parents but doesn't give a fuck what anyone thinks could be a Patrick Bateman. He's not Shitey though - likes classical and musicals!
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Post by hoffa_nagila on Jan 5, 2018 3:02:30 GMT
I know the answer to this already, but it bears repeating: what fool would actually buy vinyl reissues of old bop albums? This stuff has been *extremely* well served many times over on ridiculously affordable and readily available CDs, sounding as good as it is ever going to sound, with every damn alternate take and scrap included. Oh, wait. That is only of interest for people who actually intend to listen to the music, as opposed to yuppie scum who want some Blue Note jewelry to display, in which case the debris and scratches shouldn't be of any consequence anyway. And, no, it won't devalue your "investment" because these trinket reissues are and will always be utterly worthless. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend Alan Zweig's 2000 documentary, Vinyl. It is the best and most honest look at the record-collecting disease. Despite the glib description the youtube uploader put here, this is anything but a "wacky" film or subject. The genius of this film is how it gradually lulls the viewer into its heart of darkness: It hit kinda close to home because there are a lot of little traits and things in some of those guys that I recognize in myself. Not to the same degree, thankfully, but all the same. The guy who had 5 or 6 black books filled with records he has; I have 4-5 papers listing all my CDs. The guy who listened to everything in alphabetical order; on my iPod, I no longer just listen to a song, or an album, but an artist. That could be 50 hours worth of music. (and fwiw, it made listening to music fun again. For a while I was a slave to the shuffle, which led me listening to the same narrow selection of my collection, plus I'd hit the skip button HUNDREDS of times a day.) When I'm at home, I will listen to anything but that artist, or lately, not listen to any music at all. The guy who had piles and piles of stuff so that he couldn't even walk around his room; it looked a bit like my room when I first moved. I had a good majority of my belongings, including piles of CDs along with bags of clothes and papers and such, all scattered across my bedroom floor for the weekend before I got all my furniture. It was just a transitional thing, and by the end of the week that space was empty and ready for a bed (unfortunately it stayed empty for another two weeks but that's a different story...) But then that same guy said how he doesn't really want people over. Now that struck me. Because I know I've uttered those words. Save for my kid sister, I really don't want anyone over. (And I don't even have her over that often. We usually go out.) My reasons may be different from his, but it still sounded all too familiar. One reoccurring theme I saw was the obsession over the collection, hunt and in some cases the subsequent curation. Like the guy who chased the bandleader through history, collecting newspaper clippings and such. It's no longer about the music. It could be posters or baseball cards or whatever at that point. Everything I buy or download is ultimately to listen to. For some things, honestly the hunt was the bigger joy. I've "dug" through blogspots and forums and torrent sites looking for that certain illusive something or other. There are things that complete the collection more than hold much value to me on their own. And I would feel an incompleteness without them. The obsession is not nearly as strong as it was say in high school. It could be that I'm depressed and have a harder time finding joy or motivation, but I was way more depressed in high school so that can't be it! Even if my collection is incomplete (and always will be) it has well past the point to where if I never got another CD or downloaded another file, I have more than enough to occupy myself. Hell, my goal has been to listen to everything I have starting February 2016. It's been almost two years and I'm around halfway done. Ok, thanks for the therapy session. You can PM me the bill.
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Post by AnalogRearEnd on Jan 5, 2018 3:24:28 GMT
tl;dr
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Post by hoffa_nagila on Jan 5, 2018 3:33:18 GMT
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Post by AnalogRearEnd on Jan 5, 2018 3:36:39 GMT
Nothing personal, but I'm thursday-drunk, and I just can't be arsed. Wohooo!
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