Last night and today (thus far) certainly saw improvements in my mood. Good times were had in the presence of fun, interesting people. Alcohol was consumed in moderate-to-large quantities, and my mind was relieved of the stress that had been plaguing it all morning and afternoon. And the laughs…oh, the laughs! Uproarious and gleeful!
Today I got to run an errand for Lindsey and her boss back in New Jersey, so that gave me something exciting and exploratory in nature to do with my time. I haven’t yet decided if I’m going to the Mets game tonight, they certainly aren’t playing like they want my support at the moment. Eight straight loses? Jesus Fuck!
Whenever I am driving south on I-5 and I see the big sign for Teac, it reminds me of my dear friend Jet. One of the earliest conversations we had in our friendship dealt with analog tape recorders. I think this was in 2003? She had sent me a care package with a reel or two of 1/4″ tape, in the hopes that I would quit being such a jew and pony-up the money for an ATR. I conducted some online research, and then called her back to get her advice on the various models I had come across on various messageboards and eBay. I asked her what she knew about the company “T-E-A-C,” because there was a two-track machine available for purchase, and she broke down in hysterics.
“You mean Teac?” she managed to ask between chuckles.
I was thoroughly embarrassed. I tried to play it off like a joke. I told her I’d only seen it written in all capital letters and assumed it was an acronym. She asked what that acronym would be, and though I don’t remember what I managed to come up with, it was probably nonsensical and vulgar.
I have still yet to part with my precious Jew money to purchase an ATR (plus, a free DAT machine provided us with plenty of high-quality recordings), but one thing is for certain, if I ever wind up owning a Teac ATR, it will be a blissful ironic twist to my life as a recording musician.
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