My extended family is quite... extended if you forgive the pun. My mother had two sisters, but numerous cousins and my father has six siblings and myriads of cousins. Still I was never close to most of them. To be honest, I hardly know most of them. The only one which could be said to be my real cousin, is my godmother's daughter. She used to live near us, almost in our home. She is four years older than I am. It all started when she got engaged...
Oh yes... I need to point out that I come from a poor family. This means that growing up there was no money to be spent on books or vinyl discs (yes I am old too). On the books front I was pretty lucky because my mother is educated and came from and educated family, so apart from our home her dowry included a book case full of books. I am not really certain children at the age of seven should copy excrepts of sociology books, pretending they are university students, or use tracing paper to copy famous paintings from books about famous painters. It seems a bit unnatural, still having those books as my only diet for a lot of years gave me a weird well to draw water from. Drinking virtually unchecked from literature and psychology and astronomy and mythology and world history and anything that was on those shelves exposed me to the wonders of the world and to the horrors of the world. Also taught me to treasure books. To finish this huge parenthesis, mother also had a small collection of vinyl records both LPs and singles (33 1/2 rpm and 45 rpm). The collection was mostly classical music and introduced me to one of the greatest loves of my life. But this is neither here nor there. All I wanted to say was that my musical education was a bit narrow.
Oh yes... I need to point out that I come from a poor family. This means that growing up there was no money to be spent on books or vinyl discs (yes I am old too). On the books front I was pretty lucky because my mother is educated and came from and educated family, so apart from our home her dowry included a book case full of books. I am not really certain children at the age of seven should copy excrepts of sociology books, pretending they are university students, or use tracing paper to copy famous paintings from books about famous painters. It seems a bit unnatural, still having those books as my only diet for a lot of years gave me a weird well to draw water from. Drinking virtually unchecked from literature and psychology and astronomy and mythology and world history and anything that was on those shelves exposed me to the wonders of the world and to the horrors of the world. Also taught me to treasure books. To finish this huge parenthesis, mother also had a small collection of vinyl records both LPs and singles (33 1/2 rpm and 45 rpm). The collection was mostly classical music and introduced me to one of the greatest loves of my life. But this is neither here nor there. All I wanted to say was that my musical education was a bit narrow.
... when my cousin got engaged and eventually separated with her fiancée, there were certain things of his that she no longer wanted and I ended up with. One of them was a cassette. It was a home made compilation of songs by the Rainbow on one side and Black Sabbath on the other side. I fell in love with the Rainbow side and especially with the very first song. Sixteenth century Greensleeves. It was epic enough to be near to what I was used to in music and the lyrics were mysterious enough to fit in with Ivanhoe and Robin Hood. I played and played that one side of the cassette over and over again till I learned the order of the songs and the lyrics by heart. Listen... Rewind... Listen... Rewind...
So I think you can understand where this is going.... Even the best quality cassette players needed frequent cleaning and cassettes were fragile things. How easily did that magnetic tape become loose enough to go behind the roller and backtrack and pull off more than it should and bend awkwardly creating permanent creases. When the tape got munched up the sound went all strange and elongated. It was the nightmare of everyone with a cassette player during that era. Thousands of people reeling in munched up tape, using a pen. Crick, crick, crick, went the spool. And then there was that little metal thing with the sponge behind the tape right in the front. If you lost that because you unscrewed the cassette case to repair the spools, you were to put it frankly, fucked.
The question you asked had a caveat. One non-musical annoying sound and one musical. The musical one is such a disgrace I am not going to expand on. I will just give you the link to see for yourself. I hate that voice. I hate that singer. I can listen to anything, through gritted teeth yes, but I can listen to it. He makes me want to run screaming away. Hideous and over acting and fake intellectual.
I am done.
So I think you can understand where this is going.... Even the best quality cassette players needed frequent cleaning and cassettes were fragile things. How easily did that magnetic tape become loose enough to go behind the roller and backtrack and pull off more than it should and bend awkwardly creating permanent creases. When the tape got munched up the sound went all strange and elongated. It was the nightmare of everyone with a cassette player during that era. Thousands of people reeling in munched up tape, using a pen. Crick, crick, crick, went the spool. And then there was that little metal thing with the sponge behind the tape right in the front. If you lost that because you unscrewed the cassette case to repair the spools, you were to put it frankly, fucked.
The question you asked had a caveat. One non-musical annoying sound and one musical. The musical one is such a disgrace I am not going to expand on. I will just give you the link to see for yourself. I hate that voice. I hate that singer. I can listen to anything, through gritted teeth yes, but I can listen to it. He makes me want to run screaming away. Hideous and over acting and fake intellectual.
I am done.
That's a truly terrifying sound...
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