I just got a USB capable turntable, and I'm really excited to rip some of my old albums to mp3s. I went to my parents' house last night, and got my crate of records, and now I'm excited and a little disappointed.
Clearly, it's a waste of time to make copies of things like the Smiths, or the Beastie Boys. It's easier, and I'll get better quality (this isn't a high end turntable) by buying online.
No, the real excitement lies in things like:
- Gert Behana's anti-feminist rant Women Be Women
- Sounds in Space
- Victory at Sea
- Spidey's Super Stories from the good people at The Electric Company, a production of the Children's Telivision Workshop
- My CRC Commercial records of commercial jingles...made for radio, these things are GREAT when you're a dork like me.
|From LP Covers|
Sadly, though, I'm missing my Parrot Training Record, and Mr. T's Be Somebody, Or Be Somebody's Fool. I must've foolishly left them behind at some point. What a remarkable lack of vision.
Oh well, until I get the right USB cord, there's no recording, so I'm just listening to Herb Alpert's Whipped Cream and Other Delights. Ridiculous music, but something about it makes me so happy.