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Post by Ronv69 on Nov 12, 2024 2:34:44 GMT -5
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Post by urbino on Nov 13, 2024 3:40:22 GMT -5
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Post by Ronv69 on Nov 13, 2024 18:02:36 GMT -5
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Post by turbocat on Nov 13, 2024 19:16:34 GMT -5
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Post by Ronv69 on Nov 13, 2024 23:36:50 GMT -5
It drove me crazy when I was a kid. Now I think about my mom peeling potatoes in the sink while I did my homework at the kitchen table. It really is awful, isn't it? The only remaining 78s I have are the set of South Pacific by the original Broadway cast. And nothing that I can play them on. |
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Post by turbocat on Nov 14, 2024 12:03:11 GMT -5
It drove me crazy when I was a kid. Now I think about my mom peeling potatoes in the sink while I did my homework at the kitchen table. It really is awful, isn't it? The only remaining 78s I have are the set of South Pacific by the original Broadway cast. And nothing that I can play them on. This 78 was handed down to me and I have similar memories of this being played when I was a kid also. Like you, I didn’t enjoy it so much then but I can find some appreciation for it now. Maybe a combination of being far more widely appreciative of music in general and nostalgia. Being an only child, I ended up with our entire 78 collection, I haven’t counted them, but maybe one hundred of them. They sure are heavy. About half Polka and half big band with a few other stragglers. My backup turntable is a Dual CS 5000 that plays 78’s. Although I haven’t done it in a while, I sometimes hook it up and play them, but it’s a nostalgic experience that maybe goes back too far, it can put me in an odd mood that’s difficult to shake off. |
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Post by Ronv69 on Nov 14, 2024 14:35:16 GMT -5
It drove me crazy when I was a kid. Now I think about my mom peeling potatoes in the sink while I did my homework at the kitchen table. It really is awful, isn't it? The only remaining 78s I have are the set of South Pacific by the original Broadway cast. And nothing that I can play them on. This 78 was handed down to me and I have similar memories of this being played when I was a kid also. Like you, I didn’t enjoy it so much then but I can find some appreciation for it now. Maybe a combination of being far more widely appreciative of music in general and nostalgia. Being an only child, I ended up with our entire 78 collection, I haven’t counted them, but maybe one hundred of them. They sure are heavy. About half Polka and half big band with a few other stragglers. My backup turntable is a Dual CS 5000 that plays 78’s. Although I haven’t done it in a while, I sometimes hook it up and play them, but it’s a nostalgic experience that maybe goes back too far, it can put me in an odd mood that’s difficult to shake off. I understand this post completely. I'm a little bit older than you. The South Pacific records were the first records I bought for myself. I was about 5 and had a dollar. Got them from a resale/thrift shop for a quarter. I had other records my family had or got for me. HMS Pinafore and a couple of other Gilbert and Sullivan sets. Plus some awful kids music of the era. Can you even imagine a 1955 thrift shop? 😂 You could furnish a home for 10 bucks. We had Perry Como records, but not that one, I don't think. Christmas albums. I don't know what happened to a lot of my family's old records. I'm even missing some classical records that I bought in junior high. And a Three Dog Night album. After my mom died, my sisters and neices raided my mom's house before I could get there. She left everything to me and I had a lot of stuff still there. I just let it go for peace sake. All my siblings were older and established and well off and didn't need to do that and my neices are just crows. Anyway, music is more than just the sound. It holds so many memories. The Hot-diggity song was a regular on the AM radio in the kitchen. The radio was a big part of the background of our life. I remember that one of the DJs would read the Sunday comics every Sunday! That's just one notch below Edgar Bergen and Charlie McCarthy on the radio. But it was a Sunday morning tradition in my house before church. Most of what I listen to has a memory attached. Some good, some not so good. Like Last Date. C'est la vie. 😁 |
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Post by turbocat on Nov 14, 2024 19:48:32 GMT -5
This 78 was handed down to me and I have similar memories of this being played when I was a kid also. Like you, I didn’t enjoy it so much then but I can find some appreciation for it now. Maybe a combination of being far more widely appreciative of music in general and nostalgia. Being an only child, I ended up with our entire 78 collection, I haven’t counted them, but maybe one hundred of them. They sure are heavy. About half Polka and half big band with a few other stragglers. My backup turntable is a Dual CS 5000 that plays 78’s. Although I haven’t done it in a while, I sometimes hook it up and play them, but it’s a nostalgic experience that maybe goes back too far, it can put me in an odd mood that’s difficult to shake off. I understand this post completely. I'm a little bit older than you. The South Pacific records were the first records I bought for myself. I was about 5 and had a dollar. Got them from a resale/thrift shop for a quarter. I had other records my family had or got for me. HMS Pinafore and a couple of other Gilbert and Sullivan sets. Plus some awful kids music of the era. Can you even imagine a 1955 thrift shop? 😂 You could furnish a home for 10 bucks. We had Perry Como records, but not that one, I don't think. Christmas albums. I don't know what happened to a lot of my family's old records. I'm even missing some classical records that I bought in junior high. And a Three Dog Night album. After my mom died, my sisters and neices raided my mom's house before I could get there. She left everything to me and I had a lot of stuff still there. I just let it go for peace sake. All my siblings were older and established and well off and didn't need to do that and my neices are just crows. Anyway, music is more than just the sound. It holds so many memories. The Hot-diggity song was a regular on the AM radio in the kitchen. The radio was a big part of the background of our life. I remember that one of the DJs would read the Sunday comics every Sunday! That's just one notch below Edgar Bergen and Charlie McCarthy on the radio. But it was a Sunday morning tradition in my house before church. Most of what I listen to has a memory attached. Some good, some not so good. Like Last Date. C'est la vie. 😁 I was primarily raised by my grandmother, who was born in 1912, so as a child, I was surrounded by her taste in music as well as everything else. It left me oddly familiar with popular music and movies (and everything else) of a full generation plus behind me. Endless stories about the twenties, the depression, WWII, etc. she was an excellent storyteller too. |
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Post by trailboss on Nov 14, 2024 20:14:55 GMT -5
Yeah, my grandma was born in 1899, not a musical fan as far as I knew but she liked Lawrence Welk, and I watched Bobby and Sissy with her.  That was a really great generation from the late 1800's> early 1900's....two world wars...horse and buggies to a man on the moon. A pretty astounding trip on the road they travelled...sends my head spinning just thinking about it. |
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Post by don on Nov 18, 2024 19:32:13 GMT -5
This is a phenomenal performance from a really amazing concert.
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Post by Ronv69 on Nov 19, 2024 14:02:47 GMT -5
Yeah, my grandma was born in 1899, not a musical fan as far as I knew but she liked Lawrence Welk, and I watched Bobby and Sissy with her. That was a really great generation from the late 1800's> early 1900's....two world wars...horse and buggies to a man on the moon. A pretty astounding trip on the road they travelled...sends my head spinning just thinking about it. My grandmother was born in 1878 and I don't remember her ever listening to music except for gospel and not much of that. She was all about work and church. I never knew my other grandmother. |
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Post by Darin on Nov 20, 2024 14:13:16 GMT -5
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Post by Ronv69 on Nov 20, 2024 14:44:37 GMT -5
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