Late Boomer
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In practical terms, the best physical format is a USB stick if you want to play off it, or an HDD/SSD/BD if you want to store. A single 128 GB memory card that costs $20 stores about 170 CDs in full Red Book quality.
Why are CDs the current hot topic?
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hemiram
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When Gus checked out at 14 in '99, I was planning on getting a pair of GSMDs. My insurance guy had one, and the dog was in love with me, so I thought I would go that way, as Gus was approaching 14, and I would be dogless soon. I used to go past a breeder near Columbus (They sold Ostriches too, and no, I wasn't interested in those) I stopped by and got to play with a litter, and had planned to put a deposit down on 2 pups from a future litter, but fate and honestly having much better luck with mutts made me go another way. A friend of mine, who had the worst health issues I've ever seen with the Boxers he kept getting. He had 4 of them die before 7! Cancer, bloat, DCM, and a stroke. Anyway, his ex-GF had pups she needed home for, 13 of them. I asked what they were and he said, "Lab and something". Ok, we called her to go look at them, knowing unless they were a total mess, we were getting 2 of them. When we got there, the mom dog was let in, a Lab/Doberman mix that looked like a Dobe dipped in solid black paint, and dad was probably the Husky next door. She had just weaned the pups and looked like they had been pretty hard on her, and that was exactly the case. She almost instantly wanted me to play tug of war, and then the pups came in. The "boss" pup was a tri colored one, his "enforcer" was a black and white pup, who instantly got a trip home with us when he climbed into my mom's lap and passed out. Hooked to him was a grey and white one, and she went with us too. Molly is in the back middle, King is in the center, and the boss pup, who would be named "Boomer" is behind/on top of Molly. Boomer was neutered too young, and was unable to play with King like they had done before they left mom. King was too rough for him and got scared. King was a very rough player, and Boomer couldn't take it. Too bad. Barney the Pit Bull would become King's best bud, and they played hard enough to have the police called for "fighting dogs" twice.I "repair" CD's all the time. I also do DVD's, although they seem to be a lot pickier about "repairs". I'm guessing that's about the amount of data that has to be stored on the silver layer and the need for finer laser precision when reading.
I don't use anything that's specific for that "repair" task that's "audio". All those products are just repackaged into smaller formats and charged up the hoop because it's labeled "audio" anyways.
Pretty much the only CD I can't "repair" is the ones where the silver layer is damaged/missing. The scratches are just in acrylic and that can be polished.
For just general dirt/fingerprints/etc, I just use eyeglass cleaning cloths and the solution that comes with them. Most eyeglass shops hand them out free. I currently use cloths and solution used for cleaning camera lenses. Wife is a photographer, so it's hanging around the house already.
Anything more than "dirt" that effects playback gets the "polish" treatment.
It's important to note the scratch doesn't have to be completely eradicated. It's the rough edges and scrapped acrylic (looks white-ish) that's the problem. It scatters the laser and it then can't read the data. What you need to do is make the scratch more "transparent" to the laser, not flatten the entire surface to an absolute level. It's a similar principle used in vehicle "paint correction": You don't make the scratch go away absolutely, you make it "invisible" to the eye. In this case, the "eye" is the laser.
If it's light scratching, I'll use a fine microfibre cloth and Meguier's polish. Then I'll follow up with Meguier's Gold class" caranuba wax. I have that already because I use it on my cars, so no added cost there either.
It's important to polish center to edge. Never circular.
The polish procedure recovers something like 95-98% of most discs that won't read (or skip) for me.
If it still has issues after the polish, I get more aggressive and use Meguier's compound, then polish and then caranuba. It's still a hand process, but if the disc is really bad (IE: nothing to loose) I'll get my 3" detail orbital polisher and go at the acrylic. Then polish, wax.
That's recovered about 99% of the used discs I've bought that has playback issues. The other 1% were just "un-saveable". Anything that requires something more aggressive (sanding, etc) than the Meguier's compound just isn't worth bothering with to me and gets tossed.
But they only cost me around 1-2 bucks a piece, so having to toss one that can't be recovered isn't a big stress.
My process for buying use it:
1. Do I like/want the music, and
2. Can I see through the data layer when held up to the light?
Other than that, I'll take a chance on any CD I'd like to have, regardless of scratching.
But again: I'm only risking a buck or two so no worries either way.
The "unrecoverable" ones will donate their jewel cases to ones that have been broken. Only real breakage I see in jewel cases is the hinge "tabs" get broken off. Of course, if they get sat on or otherwise "crushed", that's also cause for a new case.
I keep mine in stacks on either side of my "curio case" in the office:
My dogs are 120-ish pounders:
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No interest in messing with any of my audio gear/media at all. It's not food, play or "walkies", so they don't care about it one way or another. If they break a Cd or LP, it' completely by accident and honestly, my own fault for leaving it lying around.
They were the total opposite of Gus, no bite power, fast, zero pain tolerance, NO CHEWING, and King wasn't called "The evil genius" for nothing. A huge bonus was housebreaking, which took Gus forever, was over with in days for Molly, a couple of weeks for King. We would end up meeting for sure 10 of the other 11 dogs over the years, and the 11th was a strong probable as King and him, the one in the rear right, next to King and Boomer, seemed to recognize each other at 10 years old. There was a near identical twin to Molly, who was owned by a woman who had a framing business. I read that dog identical twins are very rare, but Molly and the other dog looked almost exactly the same. As you can see from the pic, they varied a lot in looks. Molly began to assassinate animals daring to enter our yard about 2 months after we got her. King wasn't interested in hunting, he had other interests, food, of course, rides, sleeping with mom, and most importantly, messing with Molly's head. And tormenting our 16 year old cat, Orville, who was about 2 times King's size when we brought him and Molly home. Molly didn't even act like the cat existed, King was mesmerized. As time went on, and King grew bigger than the cat, there were a lot of cat meltdowns. King was highly amused. Orville didn't figure out that King was just playing until a year went by. Sadly, he went soon after he discovered King was a lot of fun to play with. He was not happy with King here at all.
King would become "boss" at day care. He loved it, and most of the women working there. He would:
Walk over other bigger/younger dogs without any concern. Just walk on their backs.
He was always first for treats. Dirty looks would result and if the other dog escalated, King would retaliate with amazing speed. He never started a fight.
Would make it plain that he was the "humper", and never the "humpee".
Not tolerate any threats or aggression. I would go over to pick him up and an employee would say, "we had 2 pins today". King was never the one who got pinned.
Insane levels of self confidence. He was famous for his staring bigger dogs down to the point they were shaking and peeing themselves. The trainer said he gave off a "Don't mess with me" aura that seemed to make other dogs want no part of him.
He used to stare a lot at the dogs next door:
If the right ear went vertical and the left ear got to about 45 degrees, the gun was cocked, and the slam was coming soon. This is one early time he and Molly were involved in some sort of argument, and King's ear showed he was getting close to his limit. I don't remember what it was about, but almost all of them ended up with Molly being the loser. They had a weird sneeze thing when they got into it, the loser would sneeze and the fight was over with. It never mattered who won, King was still boss.
King would remain boss of day care until almost 13.5 years old, when he began to fade and they moved him into the small dog room, as some of his younger victims were plotting a coup against him. Time waits for no one, sadly. King's 13th birthday pic, he was still boss for another six months after this was taken, with his greatest slam coming about 2 weeks after this pic was taken on a 2 year old 110 pound German Shepherd who would wind up with his tail between his legs, screaming and peeing all over himself. That I arrived to see it happen was one of my fondest memories of him. He just wouldn't leave King alone, and ignored all kinds of indications that King had reached his limit.
E2
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I would pick up those Stones boots for a buck a piece.
Some you can't flip, but boots are what I would look for of any act. I had an early 90's Van Morrison boot that I should have kept.
During the pan demic you could flip boots that Ebay would normally pull. I had Sweet Jelly Roll on picture disc vinyl. Off it went. I screwed around and still have the Great White Wonder....
M70AB2
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Since we’re now back on topic, I will mention I ordered this shirt the other day.
Also ordered a Glenn Miller shirt for my 14 year old son. He collects Big Band and Jazz CDs. The kid is way into it. And as mentioned before, in spite of his love for vinyl, CDs are much cheaper.
Also ordered a Glenn Miller shirt for my 14 year old son. He collects Big Band and Jazz CDs. The kid is way into it. And as mentioned before, in spite of his love for vinyl, CDs are much cheaper.
Nothing wrong with “mutts”. Some of the best dogs I’ve had were “rescues”.When Gus checked out at 14 in '99, I was planning on getting a pair of GSMDs. My insurance guy had one, and the dog was in love with me, so I thought I would go that way, as Gus was approaching 14, and I would be dogless soon. I used to go past a breeder near Columbus (They sold Ostriches too, and no, I wasn't interested in those) I stopped by and got to play with a litter, and had planned to put a deposit down on 2 pups from a future litter, but fate and honestly having much better luck with mutts made me go another way. A friend of mine, who had the worst health issues I've ever seen with the Boxers he kept getting. He had 4 of them die before 7! Cancer, bloat, DCM, and a stroke. Anyway, his ex-GF had pups she needed home for, 13 of them. I asked what they were and he said, "Lab and something". Ok, we called her to go look at them, knowing unless they were a total mess, we were getting 2 of them. When we got there, the mom dog was let in, a Lab/Doberman mix that looked like a Dobe dipped in solid black paint, and dad was probably the Husky next door. She had just weaned the pups and looked like they had been pretty hard on her, and that was exactly the case. She almost instantly wanted me to play tug of war, and then the pups came in. The "boss" pup was a tri colored one, his "enforcer" was a black and white pup, who instantly got a trip home with us when he climbed into my mom's lap and passed out. Hooked to him was a grey and white one, and she went with us too. Molly is in the back middle, King is in the center, and the boss pup, who would be named "Boomer" is behind/on top of Molly. Boomer was neutered too young, and was unable to play with King like they had done before they left mom. King was too rough for him and got scared. King was a very rough player, and Boomer couldn't take it. Too bad. Barney the Pit Bull would become King's best bud, and they played hard enough to have the police called for "fighting dogs" twice.
They were the total opposite of Gus, no bite power, fast, zero pain tolerance, NO CHEWING, and King wasn't called "The evil genius" for nothing. A huge bonus was housebreaking, which took Gus forever, was over with in days for Molly, a couple of weeks for King. We would end up meeting for sure 10 of the other 11 dogs over the years, and the 11th was a strong probable as King and him, the one in the rear right, next to King and Boomer, seemed to recognize each other at 10 years old. There was a near identical twin to Molly, who was owned by a woman who had a framing business. I read that dog identical twins are very rare, but Molly and the other dog looked almost exactly the same. As you can see from the pic, they varied a lot in looks. Molly began to assassinate animals daring to enter our yard about 2 months after we got her. King wasn't interested in hunting, he had other interests, food, of course, rides, sleeping with mom, and most importantly, messing with Molly's head. And tormenting our 16 year old cat, Orville, who was about 2 times King's size when we brought him and Molly home. Molly didn't even act like the cat existed, King was mesmerized. As time went on, and King grew bigger than the cat, there were a lot of cat meltdowns. King was highly amused. Orville didn't figure out that King was just playing until a year went by. Sadly, he went soon after he discovered King was a lot of fun to play with. He was not happy with King here at all.
King would become "boss" at day care. He loved it, and most of the women working there. He would:
Walk over other bigger/younger dogs without any concern. Just walk on their backs.
He was always first for treats. Dirty looks would result and if the other dog escalated, King would retaliate with amazing speed. He never started a fight.
Would make it plain that he was the "humper", and never the "humpee".
Not tolerate any threats or aggression. I would go over to pick him up and an employee would say, "we had 2 pins today". King was never the one who got pinned.
Insane levels of self confidence. He was famous for his staring bigger dogs down to the point they were shaking and peeing themselves. The trainer said he gave off a "Don't mess with me" aura that seemed to make other dogs want no part of him.
He used to stare a lot at the dogs next door:
If the right ear went vertical and the left ear got to about 45 degrees, the gun was cocked, and the slam was coming soon. This is one early time he and Molly were involved in some sort of argument, and King's ear showed he was getting close to his limit. I don't remember what it was about, but almost all of them ended up with Molly being the loser. They had a weird sneeze thing when they got into it, the loser would sneeze and the fight was over with. It never mattered who won, King was still boss.
King would remain boss of day care until almost 13.5 years old, when he began to fade and they moved him into the small dog room, as some of his younger victims were plotting a coup against him. Time waits for no one, sadly. King's 13th birthday pic, he was still boss for another six months after this was taken, with his greatest slam coming about 2 weeks after this pic was taken on a 2 year old 110 pound German Shepherd who would wind up with his tail between his legs, screaming and peeing all over himself. That I arrived to see it happen was one of my fondest memories of him. He just wouldn't leave King alone, and ignored all kinds of indications that King had reached his limit.
health issues are what they are. I’ve had them with both pure and mutt. Just gotta deal with them as best you can when it happens.
now back to topic.
hemiram
Active Member
Yeah yeah....Found my Original "DSOTM" CD yesterday, long lost. It was in a box with some gun parts. It was the one that was briefly worth a bunch of money, after the original release sounded awful. Maybe 1986? Played fine. Orange and black. At 715am and no sleep, I can't even remember what it said on the label side, just the colors on it. Long long day yesterday.
hemiram
Active Member
I don't remember what record it was, but I remember buying a CD of an old pretty much shot album, and they used the inferior, IMHO "SQ" mix that was sold as another release. I just can't remember what it was. I had a couple of others that had quad mixes on them, but those were "One cut on a mix tape/CDR and never get it out for years CD", AKA, an awful album with one good song on it.
SingleAction
Active Member
I beg to differ. I've had SD cards, flash drives etc. that become corrupted where I lost photos and music. I never had a problem with a pre-recorded CD as long as you stored and handled it properly. I found from my own personal experience that any writeable digital storage format has a limited life expectancy.
Late Boomer
Super Member
With the size and the price of flash memory cards or SSDs or even external HDDs, just make another copy. Heck, make three copies and store one in a deposit box in a bank.
Although the above does not mean that I suggested to throw away CDs one already has. If you have space to store them - keep them for sure as a backup, as a source of truth.
It is just that for everyday usage modern high-capacity media is so much more convenient. My car has a single CD player and an SD slot: one album vs hundreds of albums with EXACTLY THE SAME QUALITY. Easy choice for me.
Matonanjin3
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RunOutGroove
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Cool... I happen to think mutts are the best dogs and I've never really understood the attraction to purebreds. Some of the funkiest mixes produce the best looking and best behaving dogs. I like the bigger breeds myself...When Gus checked out at 14 in '99, I was planning on getting a pair of GSMDs. My insurance guy had one, and the dog was in love with me, so I thought I would go that way, as Gus was approaching 14, and I would be dogless soon. I used to go past a breeder near Columbus (They sold Ostriches too, and no, I wasn't interested in those) I stopped by and got to play with a litter, and had planned to put a deposit down on 2 pups from a future litter, but fate and honestly having much better luck with mutts made me go another way. A friend of mine, who had the worst health issues I've ever seen with the Boxers he kept getting. He had 4 of them die before 7! Cancer, bloat, DCM, and a stroke. Anyway, his ex-GF had pups she needed home for, 13 of them. I asked what they were and he said, "Lab and something". Ok, we called her to go look at them, knowing unless they were a total mess, we were getting 2 of them. When we got there, the mom dog was let in, a Lab/Doberman mix that looked like a Dobe dipped in solid black paint, and dad was probably the Husky next door. She had just weaned the pups and looked like they had been pretty hard on her, and that was exactly the case. She almost instantly wanted me to play tug of war, and then the pups came in. The "boss" pup was a tri colored one, his "enforcer" was a black and white pup, who instantly got a trip home with us when he climbed into my mom's lap and passed out. Hooked to him was a grey and white one, and she went with us too. Molly is in the back middle, King is in the center, and the boss pup, who would be named "Boomer" is behind/on top of Molly. Boomer was neutered too young, and was unable to play with King like they had done before they left mom. King was too rough for him and got scared. King was a very rough player, and Boomer couldn't take it. Too bad. Barney the Pit Bull would become King's best bud, and they played hard enough to have the police called for "fighting dogs" twice.
They were the total opposite of Gus, no bite power, fast, zero pain tolerance, NO CHEWING, and King wasn't called "The evil genius" for nothing. A huge bonus was housebreaking, which took Gus forever, was over with in days for Molly, a couple of weeks for King. We would end up meeting for sure 10 of the other 11 dogs over the years, and the 11th was a strong probable as King and him, the one in the rear right, next to King and Boomer, seemed to recognize each other at 10 years old. There was a near identical twin to Molly, who was owned by a woman who had a framing business. I read that dog identical twins are very rare, but Molly and the other dog looked almost exactly the same. As you can see from the pic, they varied a lot in looks. Molly began to assassinate animals daring to enter our yard about 2 months after we got her. King wasn't interested in hunting, he had other interests, food, of course, rides, sleeping with mom, and most importantly, messing with Molly's head. And tormenting our 16 year old cat, Orville, who was about 2 times King's size when we brought him and Molly home. Molly didn't even act like the cat existed, King was mesmerized. As time went on, and King grew bigger than the cat, there were a lot of cat meltdowns. King was highly amused. Orville didn't figure out that King was just playing until a year went by. Sadly, he went soon after he discovered King was a lot of fun to play with. He was not happy with King here at all.
King would become "boss" at day care. He loved it, and most of the women working there. He would:
Walk over other bigger/younger dogs without any concern. Just walk on their backs.
He was always first for treats. Dirty looks would result and if the other dog escalated, King would retaliate with amazing speed. He never started a fight.
Would make it plain that he was the "humper", and never the "humpee".
Not tolerate any threats or aggression. I would go over to pick him up and an employee would say, "we had 2 pins today". King was never the one who got pinned.
Insane levels of self confidence. He was famous for his staring bigger dogs down to the point they were shaking and peeing themselves. The trainer said he gave off a "Don't mess with me" aura that seemed to make other dogs want no part of him.
He used to stare a lot at the dogs next door:
If the right ear went vertical and the left ear got to about 45 degrees, the gun was cocked, and the slam was coming soon. This is one early time he and Molly were involved in some sort of argument, and King's ear showed he was getting close to his limit. I don't remember what it was about, but almost all of them ended up with Molly being the loser. They had a weird sneeze thing when they got into it, the loser would sneeze and the fight was over with. It never mattered who won, King was still boss.
King would remain boss of day care until almost 13.5 years old, when he began to fade and they moved him into the small dog room, as some of his younger victims were plotting a coup against him. Time waits for no one, sadly. King's 13th birthday pic, he was still boss for another six months after this was taken, with his greatest slam coming about 2 weeks after this pic was taken on a 2 year old 110 pound German Shepherd who would wind up with his tail between his legs, screaming and peeing all over himself. That I arrived to see it happen was one of my fondest memories of him. He just wouldn't leave King alone, and ignored all kinds of indications that King had reached his limit.
M70AB2
Well-Known Member
It’s money laundering, period, end of story. There is no mystery here, just like a certain “artist” was able to sell his crappy paintings for six figures.
I was eventually able to buy a CD I wanted from Momox for $7 that was listed by a different online seller for over $2,000.
I was eventually able to buy a CD I wanted from Momox for $7 that was listed by a different online seller for over $2,000.
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M70AB2
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I usually enjoy his videos, but here he gets a little lost in the weeds fussing over album artwork.
I am not appreciative of some of this often entirely unnecessary, hamfisted and tin ear “remastering” fad.
As one example, I purchased a CD put out by one of those big reissue labels. I already have the vinyl and the original label CD, but the “remastered” CD has bonus tracks.
Listening in my truck on the way to the store, I thought, “Sonuva… I know who ‘remastered’ this.”
Get to the store parking lot, sure enough, I was correct. I should not be able to discern who “remastered” a CD.
Gritty, EQ’d oddly, distorted, compressed — I knew that cacophonous sound. This same guy also “remastered” another album by a different artist that in my view, is practically unlistenable of which I also have the vinyl and original label release CD.
If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!
I am not appreciative of some of this often entirely unnecessary, hamfisted and tin ear “remastering” fad.
As one example, I purchased a CD put out by one of those big reissue labels. I already have the vinyl and the original label CD, but the “remastered” CD has bonus tracks.
Listening in my truck on the way to the store, I thought, “Sonuva… I know who ‘remastered’ this.”
Get to the store parking lot, sure enough, I was correct. I should not be able to discern who “remastered” a CD.
Gritty, EQ’d oddly, distorted, compressed — I knew that cacophonous sound. This same guy also “remastered” another album by a different artist that in my view, is practically unlistenable of which I also have the vinyl and original label release CD.
If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!
ok, dish. Who was the engineer?
Well mastered and engineered CD's are due to be the next music trend. It dumbfounds me how a 50 yr/old, digital music standard is now the benchmark for low and hi-fi music. Amazing how a digital standard that old is still pertinent, considering technological advances.