History, from my perspective
One of the better kinds of history is when it tells “his story”. Right up there with my story. Social history, since I have no political background. My own history is mundane, but when I can overlay it with that of my peers, we have something worth the retelling’
With that, today I revisited the history of recorded music, as lived by me. My grandparents had a record player that lived in a suitcase. It had tunes, and my uncle told me that the performers were actually small red lights. I knew, instinctively that this didn’t pass the smell test, but I let it slide. To date this, the media was 78 rpm. Fragile.
Move forward, about a decade, to my first purchases of 45brpm. Could have been a song by the Lemon Pipers. Or the Box Tops. Not the Beatles. And the first LP featured me, in a supporting role. My high school band. Yes, I was proud. As for rock, I remember a double album by Cream. The one with a silver cover? Maybe.
I avoided the cassette trap. Too fragile, even when compared to vinyl. As for the CD, that was many years later, and I’ll leave that story for another time. I went back to cassettes that I had recorded, and my media library started to grow. You could buy ten cassettes for not too much money, and I had a friend that worked in a record store. You do the connections. I had limited pocket money, and I accepted that my efforts were far from high fidelity.
