Loading ...Better Times, Teac, and Baseball
By Evan ~ June 13th, 2007. Filed under: baseball, daily life, nostalgia.
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.
