cscottrun4it
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I've had a Teac ST-1250s laying about the house forgotten for the past year+. I received it as a gift, sort of. (The email I was given to post payment to via PayPal was apparently not associated with an account, and I could not raise the seller again.) But this "heist" isn't the subject of my post.
Over the weekend, I stumbled on a cache of reel tapes, so I set up the Teac, cleaned and demagnitized the heads, applied a little oil hither and yon, and made the connections.
I started with a recording of Holst's The Planets on Amex tape, 7 1/2 rpm. The tape is in great shape and the recording is great (Deutsche Grammophon). I then moved on to a childhood favorite: the Enoch Light Experience (just joking), Tabu. (It was the only record I could stand in my parent's record collection.) I bought the tape mostly because it is a two-track recording, and I was curious, and the content is pretty good up until the last track.
Without going into the listening details, I suddenly had a realization: the late 1990s and 2000s were the great consumer heist but not because of our apparent loss of the LP.
Many of us love to talk about the quality of analog recordings and playback. We talk about the lengths we go to so as to have a pop-free listening experience with our LPs. Some of us spend thousands of dollars on record cleaning machines, cartridges, stili, static management, surface cleaning products, high-quality sleeves, and other things I can't remember. I count myself among those who have gone to good, though not great, lengths to have a clean LP and stylus for each play. I've probably spent several hundred bucks to arrive at the process I use to help ensure a clean needle for my habit.
But the folks on this site are weird....
My daughter is happy to listen to records on a true "record player" because of the cool factor. Her listening world is that of the snap, crackle, and pop. (Her world is also Spotify, which I support because it allows her, and me, to explore new music before taking the plunge.)
Which brings me back to the great consumer heist: the CD, which I bought like they were going out of style in the 1990s. (I have about one thousand. Of course, I also have about the same number of LPs.) When I think about it, when I avoid my prejudice related to all things digital for serious listening, I realize the CD provided the nirvana sought by so many and achieved by so few: the scratchless record.
In the late 1980s, I had a Marantz 2222b, a Pioneer PL-15D MK-2, and a pair of Cerwin Vega HED speakers, all purchased by my parents and liberated by me. With such a set up, I could have gone far, but...
I am not part of the lucky audiophile sperm club. My dad knew jack about any of the audio toys he bought. I didn't have an uncle with a set of Altec speakers laying around and who knew the first thinges about impedance. None of my friends knew the first thing about setting up a turntable,. So I had my Pioneer dialed into 8 grams of plowing... er... tracking weight, antiskating to the Nth degree, all hooked to a stylus bought for as little money as I could spend to get a "diamond." (I do have an uncle that claims all of his LPs are in great shape because he only ever played them using a diamond needle. Of course it was the same diamond needle for 35 years, but hey, who's counting? He wasn't part of the lucky audiophile sperm club either, and his LPs sound like crap.)
My point here is, without proper education, the sort of education received through hours of reading on Audiokarma and studying with the professors thereon, every piece of vinyl you spin will be from my daughter's snap, crackle, and pop collection of records.
Enter the CD, aka the scratchless record (because all surface noise and stylus goop are scratches)! Low to mid-fi consumers, like me, flocked to stores to drop 35% more for the digital miricle. We could finally hear Glen Gould exhale after a Bach variation, Wynton Marsalis depress three valves in a row before beginning a solo, the deep harmonies of The Bungles as video killed the radio star. Anolog was in the rear view mirror, even when you bought an LP, which was likely marked "digitally recorded."
But we were duped, and I didn't realize how duped until the Enoch Light Experience rode into my man cave.
What we so hungerelly consumed in 1990 was actually on our consumer's table in 1962 - the open-faced, aka reel-to-reel, tape deck! How could we have missed it? My parents knew nothing about it. My friends parents knew nothing about it. I never even saw one until I was in high school and the band director had one he used to record our concerts. We thought he was weird.
But now, WTF man? You're telling me crisp, nose-free (like CDs) analog recordings were available to consumers ~30 years before the miricle of digitized music on a compact disk? How could that happen?
This weekend's OMG moment leaves me with some troubling questions:
Making stupid consumer decisions is nothing new. The world will buy what it's sold. However, I like to think of those of us who appreciate music as being smarter than the average bear, but then I start worrying about all those quickly pressed LPs with apparently very little quality control. You know the ones - they screem ANOLOG IS KING! and they whisper this vinyl was pressed by monkeys working for Sony Music. These LPs make me wonder, Are we about to get fooled again? Or could the open-faced tape save us from such folly... Hmm.
Over the weekend, I stumbled on a cache of reel tapes, so I set up the Teac, cleaned and demagnitized the heads, applied a little oil hither and yon, and made the connections.
I started with a recording of Holst's The Planets on Amex tape, 7 1/2 rpm. The tape is in great shape and the recording is great (Deutsche Grammophon). I then moved on to a childhood favorite: the Enoch Light Experience (just joking), Tabu. (It was the only record I could stand in my parent's record collection.) I bought the tape mostly because it is a two-track recording, and I was curious, and the content is pretty good up until the last track.
Without going into the listening details, I suddenly had a realization: the late 1990s and 2000s were the great consumer heist but not because of our apparent loss of the LP.
Many of us love to talk about the quality of analog recordings and playback. We talk about the lengths we go to so as to have a pop-free listening experience with our LPs. Some of us spend thousands of dollars on record cleaning machines, cartridges, stili, static management, surface cleaning products, high-quality sleeves, and other things I can't remember. I count myself among those who have gone to good, though not great, lengths to have a clean LP and stylus for each play. I've probably spent several hundred bucks to arrive at the process I use to help ensure a clean needle for my habit.
But the folks on this site are weird....
My daughter is happy to listen to records on a true "record player" because of the cool factor. Her listening world is that of the snap, crackle, and pop. (Her world is also Spotify, which I support because it allows her, and me, to explore new music before taking the plunge.)
Which brings me back to the great consumer heist: the CD, which I bought like they were going out of style in the 1990s. (I have about one thousand. Of course, I also have about the same number of LPs.) When I think about it, when I avoid my prejudice related to all things digital for serious listening, I realize the CD provided the nirvana sought by so many and achieved by so few: the scratchless record.
In the late 1980s, I had a Marantz 2222b, a Pioneer PL-15D MK-2, and a pair of Cerwin Vega HED speakers, all purchased by my parents and liberated by me. With such a set up, I could have gone far, but...
I am not part of the lucky audiophile sperm club. My dad knew jack about any of the audio toys he bought. I didn't have an uncle with a set of Altec speakers laying around and who knew the first thinges about impedance. None of my friends knew the first thing about setting up a turntable,. So I had my Pioneer dialed into 8 grams of plowing... er... tracking weight, antiskating to the Nth degree, all hooked to a stylus bought for as little money as I could spend to get a "diamond." (I do have an uncle that claims all of his LPs are in great shape because he only ever played them using a diamond needle. Of course it was the same diamond needle for 35 years, but hey, who's counting? He wasn't part of the lucky audiophile sperm club either, and his LPs sound like crap.)
My point here is, without proper education, the sort of education received through hours of reading on Audiokarma and studying with the professors thereon, every piece of vinyl you spin will be from my daughter's snap, crackle, and pop collection of records.
Enter the CD, aka the scratchless record (because all surface noise and stylus goop are scratches)! Low to mid-fi consumers, like me, flocked to stores to drop 35% more for the digital miricle. We could finally hear Glen Gould exhale after a Bach variation, Wynton Marsalis depress three valves in a row before beginning a solo, the deep harmonies of The Bungles as video killed the radio star. Anolog was in the rear view mirror, even when you bought an LP, which was likely marked "digitally recorded."
But we were duped, and I didn't realize how duped until the Enoch Light Experience rode into my man cave.
What we so hungerelly consumed in 1990 was actually on our consumer's table in 1962 - the open-faced, aka reel-to-reel, tape deck! How could we have missed it? My parents knew nothing about it. My friends parents knew nothing about it. I never even saw one until I was in high school and the band director had one he used to record our concerts. We thought he was weird.
But now, WTF man? You're telling me crisp, nose-free (like CDs) analog recordings were available to consumers ~30 years before the miricle of digitized music on a compact disk? How could that happen?
This weekend's OMG moment leaves me with some troubling questions:
- How is it vinyl became the medium of choice, especially after 1960? Was reel to reel merely the Sony Beta to the LP's VHS?
- Were people in the 70s tricked into thinking audiotape on reels sucked as much as tape enclosed in plastic cassettes? (I know - its the tape playback speed, not the tape, usually.)
- Who out there is looking to resurrect the open-faced tape medium? If no one, why not?
Making stupid consumer decisions is nothing new. The world will buy what it's sold. However, I like to think of those of us who appreciate music as being smarter than the average bear, but then I start worrying about all those quickly pressed LPs with apparently very little quality control. You know the ones - they screem ANOLOG IS KING! and they whisper this vinyl was pressed by monkeys working for Sony Music. These LPs make me wonder, Are we about to get fooled again? Or could the open-faced tape save us from such folly... Hmm.
