Tag: 33 1/3 rpm

Absolute Obsolete?!!!

(This blog is still a work in progress, very much so!)

There have been so many things in my lifetime, the last 51 years, which were new innovation, exciting brands, bric-a-brac that we can’t do without but only for them all to end up in the “Dodo Land” where the dinosaurs had gone to have eternal rest too!

In my teens, I used to love going records shopping with my sister, Marilou.  Nowadays, more often than not, the record that you can get is criminal for shop lifting.  LOL

Anyway my sister and I would save some of our allowance and then pool them together at the end of the week and head to Pritil market, where there was a good record shop.  I remember buying the soundtrack album of  Sgt Lonely Heart’s Club Band movie.  My sister and I were really pleased with our purchase, we played and played it till the cows come home and as loud as our record player can manage.

An album is also called a long-playing album or LP or 33 as it has a has 33 1/3 revolutions per minute. Playing an album at a faster speed would make the singer sound like he was on Helium.  That was really

The singles were then also called 45s for having 45 revolutions per minute.  Again if played slow, it sounds funereal.  But would not do that to Leif Garrett.  Leif was “Made for Dancing.”  He was such a dish, a total eye candy.  He was mine, Marilou. 🙂

My father had a collection of the in-between records, the 78 rpm. They were mainly waltz, polkas, brass bands which he collected while he was in Guam  We used to love listening to waltz from the 78 rpm.  The sale or the need for the 78rpm was already obsolete long before Marilou and I started buying our vinyls for our turntable.

A bit of a DiD you know?

The phonograph or gramophone was invented by that great visionary, Thomas Edison in 1877. Mind you at that time there were some devices that had been invented prior to a phonograph. They can record sounds. But Edison’s version was the first to record and then reproduce the sounds afterwards.

This is how it worked according to Wikipedia:

“The recordings played on such a device generally consist of wavy lines that are either scratched, engraved, or grooved onto a rotating cylinder or disc. As the cylinder or disc rotates, a stylus or needle traces the wavy lines and vibrates to reproduce the recorded sound waves.”

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Vinyls were slowly being paced out when the cassette player and cassette tapes came. I remember the first cassette tape I bought was of Michael Jackson’s Thriller. My Lolo (Grandfather) asked me why he has not heard us playing Thriller. He then gave me money to buy the album/tape. He was the sweetest, kindest man and I love him with all my heart!!! I still miss my Lolo.

We had a snazzy cassette player my late Father (the most intelligent man I know) brought back from Saudi Arabia.  It was all silvery with so much buttons that would delight any button and knob fetishist! 😉   With the high-end cassette recorder, my Father also brought home tonnes of ABBA (what is it with men and ABBA?!!!), Dr Hook and gasp 😉 James Last and His orchestra tapes. LOL Probably the reason why my Lolo said to get some Thriller! LOL

I can’t fail also to mention that the tape recorder meant the end for a weekend lie-in in the Philippines.  As soon as 7:oo am my brother, Jonathan, would play his tapes of Queen.  He absolutely adored the band and would play Bohemian Rhapsody at maximum volume over and over.

If we moaned about this antic, he would play Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen

I am so glad the cassette did not last long as it was a traumatic experience to see your favourite tape turned into a mushy mess of reels being spewed by the voracious tape hungry recorder.

It was a red letter day when the compact disc player was intoduced to the market. I was already here in London when we got a CD player. Peter and I were very happy with our new sound system. It was said then that the CD was indestructible. It would last forever and a day. But of course this was old propaganda, wishful thinking. A year after the CD player was bought, the laser reader went and some of my treasured CD started to loop.

Nothing last forever.

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