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🎶🎶When You Collect Records🎶🎶
  • Hipster: *moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
  • Hipster: Yo, dad!
  • Dad: What?
  • Hipster: We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
  • Dad: There's something you want, isn't there?
  • Hipster: There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
  • Dad: What do you need a record player for?
  • Hipster: My record collection.
  • Dad: I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
  • Hipster: Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
  • Dad: Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
  • Hipster: Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
  • *later at hipster's apartment*
  • Friend: So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
  • Hipster: That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
  • Friend: New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
  • Hipster: Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
  • Friend: Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
  • Hipster: Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
  • Record Player: *coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
  • Hipster: Uh, that's not Sufjan.
  • Friend: It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
  • Hipster: *stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
  • Friend: Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
  • *days later at the record store*
  • Hipster: Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
  • Store Clerk: Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
  • *hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
  • Store Clerk: What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
  • Hipster: Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
  • Store Clerk: Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
  • Hipster: Hmm, maybe there is.
  • *back at the apartment*
  • Hipster: *turns on record player and just listens*
  • Record Player: ...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
  • Hipster: Can you hear me?
  • Record Player: Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
  • Hipster: *turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
  • Hipster: *listens to the record player for hours*
  • Record Player: Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Hipster: *keeps listening*
  • Record Player: Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
  • Hipster: *still listening*
  • Record Player: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
  • Hipster: *nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
  • Record Player: ...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
  • Hipster: *backs away in fear*
  • Record Player: HELP! HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE, IF SOMEONE'S THERE, HELP ME! HELP ME! I'M STUCK! GET ME OUT OF HERE, PLEASE!
  • Hipster: *unplugs record player*
  • Hipster: *gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
  • Record Player: *drips red*
  • Hipster: W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
  • *rotting viscera falls from the record player*
  • Hipster: O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
  • Hipster: *turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: ...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
  • Record Player: *hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
  • Record Player: *tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
  • Hipster: *silently cleans up the mess*
  • *some time later*
  • Hipster: *calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
  • *the next afternoon*
  • Dad: So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
  • Hipster: Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
  • Dad: Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
  • Hipster: I see. Was he ever a doctor?
  • Dad: That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
  • Hipster: Oh, okay then.
  • *some days later*
  • Friend: New carpet?
  • Hipster: Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
  • Friend: That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
  • Hipster: That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
  • Friend: That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
  • Hipster: No.
  • Friend: But you won't have anything to play your records on.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.

when i was in high school my friend’s parents would go to the philippines without him so it would just be him and his sister home alone with enough money to get them through a month and a special credit card for gas. but in like the first week his sister spent all of her money on weed and he spent all of his money on a 170 cd boxed set of the complete works of mozart. even he didn’t know why he’d done this. he showed me the boxed set. it weighed like fifty pounds. we spent that summer using his gas card to buy cigarettes and drive to six flags because we’d bought a year pass and it came with coupons. so we’d just loiter in six flags and i’d buy lunch and he’d get lunch free, because that was the cheapest thing we could think to do. sometimes we’d go to the beach because there was a place that sold boba and crepes. our other friend worked at a sushi place so we’d mooch california rolls off of her. there’s a period of years that’s just a blur of thai tea and sushi and cigarettes and funnel cake all eaten in the bed of his pickup truck to a lo-fi indie rock soundtrack. i don’t know if he ever even listened to those cds but i’m pretty sure he ripped them to flac and it took up his entire hard drive.

A lot of people tend to not know that Love Live was written by the same woman that wrote Strawberry Panic. Well now you know.

Originally posted by yamarinko

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Brillante campaña antitaurina de la agencia francesa BETC para FLAC (Fédération des Luttes pour l'Abolition des Corridas)

Mejores CGI que crepúsculo y Jurassic World juntos…

being a male feminist is about your housemates not being exposed to problematic material online because you’re using all the bandwidth to torrent the field mice’s discography in flac

Grateful Dead
Monday 8/21/72
Community Theater
Berkeley CA

Download: FLAC/MP3

Sbd -> RTR -> PCM -> PCM
(Set 2 Only) -> D -> SSSB -> SHN

–Set 1 / disc 1–
101-d1t01 – The Promised Land
102-d1t02 – He’s Gone
103-d1t03 – Black Throated Wind
104-d1t04 – Friend of the Devil
105-d1t05 – Jack Straw
106-d1t06 – China Cat Sunflower ->
107-d1t07 – I Know You Rider
108-d1t08 – Me & My Uncle
109-d1t09 – Sugaree
110-d1t10 – Beat It on Down the Line
–disc 2–
111-d2t01 – Stella Blue
112-d2t02 – Playing in the Band
113-d2t03 – Brown Eyed Women
114-d2t04 – Mexicali Blues
115-d2t05 – Casey Jones

–Set 2–
201-d2t06 – Greatest Story Ever Told
202-d2t07 – Ramble on Rose
–disc 3–
203-d3t01 – Dark Star ->
204-d3t02 – El Paso ->
205-d3t03 – Space ->
206-d3t04 – Deal ->
–disc 4–
207-d4t01 – Sugar Magnolia ->
208-d4t02 – Missisippi Half-Step Uptown Toodeloo
209-d4t03 – Uncle John’s Band ->
210-d4t04 – One More Saturday Night

No encore played

D1t03 (Black-Throated Wind): brief buzziness/possible digi-snit @ 5:04
D1t06 (China Cat): brief buzziness/possible digi-snit @ 2:09
D1t09 (Sugareee): brief buzziness/possible digi-snits @ 1:32 and 6:24
D2t04 (Casey Jones): reel splice @ 1:01
D2t06 (Ramble On Rose): brief digi-snit @ 3:11
D3t01 (Dark Star): occasional transient distortion (for example, @ 21:30); minor diginoise @ 20:14 and 20:30

Flac encoding notes:
All processing with Trader’s Little Helper
Shn – st5 generated
Shn > Flac ( level 8 )
Flac – st5 generated and matched to Shn st5

Songs you need to download immediately for you summer playlist

1. Rip Tide- Vance Joy

2. Stolen Dance- Milky Chance (Flic Flac edit)

3. Waiting on the Rain- J Boog

4. Butterflies- Shwayze & Cisco

5. Come A Little Closer- Cage The Elephant

6. Dance All Night- The Dirty Heads

7. Drunk Off Your Love- Shwayze & Cisco

8. Songbird- Aer

9. Strangers ft. Tove Lo- Seven Lions

10. Why’d You only Call Me When You’re High- Arctic Monkeys

11. You Could Be My Girl- Shwayze & Cisco

12. My Sweet Summer- The Dirty Heads

13. Hypnotize- Cisco Adler

14. Hang Out- Radical Something

15. You and I- Cisco Adler

Neil Young w/ The Stray Gators
1973/02/11
Public Hall, Cleveland Convention Center
Cleveland, Ohio

Download: FLAC/MP3

Equipment : Sony Portable Cassette w/AKG D-1000-E DOW Mic
Location  : 5th Row Center
Lineage   : Master Cassette > wav > Sound Forge 7.0 > CDR
           > EAC (100% on single tracks) > GoldWave (to cue tracks) > mkw Audio > shn
Source    : Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Joe Ray from the Kenai River, Alaska

CD1 [0:42:10]
01. On The Way Home
02. Here We Are In The Years
03. I Am A Child
04. Journey Through The Past
05. Out On The Weekend *
06. Harvest
07. Old Man
08. Heart Of Gold
09. The Loner ^

*) after this song Neil talks directly to the taper.. “We’re gonna get you.”
^) fades out at the end

show id: 16865

note from the taper:

This IS the “We Gonna Get You” master tape!  As Joe Ray recalls it; “After Neil’s comment to get me (‘the guy with the microphone’), I held the microphone where it could not be seen until ‘The Loner’ (uncomplete), when I turned the deck off. I was sitting in the 5th row center and the roadies were looking for me from the side of the stage.   The pressure was on me,…if I would have been caught I would have been arrested, etc.,… so, I just stopped taping. I put the expensive AKG D-1000-E microphone in my boot.
I lost the $40.00 Sony Portable Cassette Deck and the Microphone Cord by saved the microphone and the tape.  I became much more stealthy when recording shows after this incident!”