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Bruce Weldy wrote:

BassheadUK wrote: fair comment I guess, are they really "disc jockeys" though...?

Good explanation....thanks.

When I was a kid, a disc jockey worked at a radio station.

That's the way I understand it, and they didn't beat match or do anything like that. Cross fades were as fancy as it got. The disc jockey's real skill was in announcing, and their "on-air personality".

byacey wrote: That's the way I understand it, and they didn't beat match or do anything like that.

Exactly....they just played the music. And the way you stated it makes me realize just how damn old I am.....thanks a lot.

I bet you didn't know that there was a time when you only had a phone in your house.....and all you did was talk on 'em.

I'd try to explain 8 track tapes.....but your head might explode....or, you probably wouldn't even believe me.

Bruce Weldy wrote: I'd try to explain 8 track tapes

Damn you
I grew up with 8 track.
Fondest tapes were JC Superstar (original english soundtrack, IMO the best) and Jacques Brel, Alive and well and living in Paris...

Can't see any cross fading or beat nmatching going on with them there babies lol.

But I digress, apologies...

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Lack of equipment can't and won't stop the focused from following the dream!

Word meanings change. Gay: are all those happy oldies singing about homosexuals...? Sick: when someone says your BFM system is sick I think they mean it as a compliment these days..... These talent show judges say "you killed it tonight" - to me killing a song is to do that. Kill it. Sound like a strangled cat whining down the microphone. A bit like Justin bieber.

Bruce Weldy wrote:

byacey wrote: That's the way I understand it, and they didn't beat match or do anything like that.

Exactly....they just played the music. And the way you stated it makes me realize just how damn old I am.....thanks a lot.

I bet you didn't know that there was a time when you only had a phone in your house.....and all you did was talk on 'em.

I'd try to explain 8 track tapes.....but your head might explode....or, you probably wouldn't even believe me.

The phone in my wood shop still has a crank on the side of the wooden cabinet, and my first job out of high school was as a bench technician repairing 8 track players, even though they were well on the way out at that time.

As a kid, they were still playing Sinatara, Nat King Cole etc. on one of the local radio stations. One of my recollections was from when I was about 3 or 4 years old.

My dad is an electronics technician and used to be called upon to run sound at what was the old Edmonton Gardens, an indoor hockey arena / multipurpose concert venue. The sound gear was all installed and operated from a platform high up on the catwalk above the ice. The power amps were all old Altec units that used radio transmitting tubes for outputs. The mixer was essentially just a whole bunch of volume controls for the mic preamps, and there was a hinged rack panel to allow access for service.

Anyways, he took me with him on one of the shows, Ice Capades. When the show was finally under way he opened up the mixer access panel and pulled out a bag of potato chips that he had stowed in there earlier in the day. When I finished the chips I asked him for more, thinking this interesting machine with the glowing tubes somehow manufactured bags of potato chips.

I went on to pursue a career in electronics, and ever since I've been trying to put together a similar potato chip replicator, with very limited success. If only I could get some of those transmitting tubes...

Edit: I just did a quick search and found this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmonton_Gardens
The story of the demolition attempts near the end is rather amusing.

This quote made me think you were a young whippersnapper....

byacey wrote: That's the way I understand it, and they didn't beat match or do anything like that.

This one proves you are an old fart....just like me!

The phone in my wood shop still has a crank on the side of the wooden cabinet, and my first job out of high school was as a bench technician repairing 8 track players, even though they were well on the way out at that time.

I can't claim to be of the same generation as the wood phone; it originally came from my grandparents lake cottage, but I did grow up with a black bakelite rotary wall phone with the chromed metal rings around the transmitter and receiver handset. We didn't get color TV until around 1971, and the family car was a 1960 Olds Super 88.

Does this put a date on me?

byacey wrote:I can't claim to be of the same generation as the wood phone; it originally came from my grandparents lake cottage, but I did grow up with a black bakelite rotary wall phone with the chromed metal rings around the transmitter and receiver handset. We didn't get color TV until around 1971,

Same here.