Battered Vinyl Retaliates
January 30, 2013 2:59 PM Subscribe
BBC DJs Mark and Lard show of some of their treasured vinyl recordings which are "particularly hard to find these days in this kind of condition": Mull of *Kintyre, Messing about on the River, Rocking around the Christmas Tree, Bright Eyes (more). NSFW - although somehow they got away with broadcasting it in the middle of the afternoon.
I spend more time than I'd care to admit sorting through vinyl at thrift stores, and the condition of much of it baffles me. I mean, I get that a lot of it has been sitting in someone's basement for 20 years but many of the records look like they were used as the surface for a dragstrip.
posted by The Card Cheat at 3:39 PM on January 30, 2013
posted by The Card Cheat at 3:39 PM on January 30, 2013
Kids. Kids destroyed vinyl.
posted by edheil at 4:09 PM on January 30, 2013 [2 favorites]
posted by edheil at 4:09 PM on January 30, 2013 [2 favorites]
I loved Mark and Lard. I was genuinely gutted when they stopped their Radio 1 show.
One of my proudest memories was getting one of my letters read out as part of the lead into their afternoon show at one stage.
Stop.
Carry on.
posted by Brockles at 4:17 PM on January 30, 2013 [1 favorite]
One of my proudest memories was getting one of my letters read out as part of the lead into their afternoon show at one stage.
Stop.
Carry on.
posted by Brockles at 4:17 PM on January 30, 2013 [1 favorite]
Hey, I have that Bright Eyes single right here, and in a bit better condition than that. It was the theme song to Watership Down, in 1978 or so, and my sister bought it with her pocket money.
posted by Flashman at 4:36 PM on January 30, 2013
posted by Flashman at 4:36 PM on January 30, 2013
Hey! Mark Riley!
posted by porn in the woods at 5:20 PM on January 30, 2013
posted by porn in the woods at 5:20 PM on January 30, 2013
I guess I'm living in one of those weird zones where old media go out to pasture as fetish objects for music dorks in their mid-30s, but there are 3 or 4 record stores in town at any given time, and the quallity of pretty much everything I find is somewhere between "completely listenable" and "totally fucking pristine". Even the stuff in thrift stores around here is pretty much fine.
Maybe my standards are warped by remembering the terrible things that can happen to the sorts of boxes of records you find at Nebraska farm sales, but still...
posted by brennen at 6:41 PM on January 30, 2013
Maybe my standards are warped by remembering the terrible things that can happen to the sorts of boxes of records you find at Nebraska farm sales, but still...
posted by brennen at 6:41 PM on January 30, 2013
That was skipping all over the place, right? 'Cause I've been having buffering problems and I can't quite tell if it was me.
posted by maryr at 7:26 PM on January 30, 2013 [1 favorite]
posted by maryr at 7:26 PM on January 30, 2013 [1 favorite]
Realised I forgot to finish my comment last night. Old age, lack of sleep, whatever.
Anyway, the point being that I find it pretty hard to believe that anyone would be allowed to play those comedy edits on BBC radio now. To hear Brenda Lee singing 'fucking around the Christmas tree' or the classic "shite eye, burning like fuck, shite eye how do you close and fart" as per the helpful YT comments... mind you, I haven't listened to Radio 1 properly for about 5 years so perhaps someone can put me right on that?
posted by toadflax at 12:23 AM on January 31, 2013
Anyway, the point being that I find it pretty hard to believe that anyone would be allowed to play those comedy edits on BBC radio now. To hear Brenda Lee singing 'fucking around the Christmas tree' or the classic "shite eye, burning like fuck, shite eye how do you close and fart" as per the helpful YT comments... mind you, I haven't listened to Radio 1 properly for about 5 years so perhaps someone can put me right on that?
posted by toadflax at 12:23 AM on January 31, 2013
I've loved Mr Radcliffe since the much-missed days of his glorious Out on Blue Six programme. He and Lard together were hilarious, and I will never be able to listen to their screamingly funny send-up of the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion without needing to change my underwear afterwards.
posted by Decani at 2:59 AM on January 31, 2013
posted by Decani at 2:59 AM on January 31, 2013
I miss Fat Larry White.
posted by devious truculent and unreliable at 5:32 AM on January 31, 2013
posted by devious truculent and unreliable at 5:32 AM on January 31, 2013
I miss Tony McCarroll's Classical Gas
(Music starts about 3 minutes in)
posted by DanCall at 6:04 AM on January 31, 2013
(Music starts about 3 minutes in)
posted by DanCall at 6:04 AM on January 31, 2013
Maybe my standards are warped by remembering the terrible things that can happen to the sorts of boxes of records you find at Nebraska farm sales
I've never been to a Nebraska farm sale - but I somebody gave me my own record player when I was maybe 5 or 6 years old. The pile of records was largely inherited from my older siblings - there were even some 78s which I guessed had belonged to older relatives. About half of them had long since lost their covers. They could be played by stacking on top of each other. At other times they might be stored in dusty piles that occasionally caught the sun. The holes in the centre of some had become enlarged - perhaps by having pencils stuck through them. These days I can rediscover most of what I listened too by a quick search on Youtube - but the cleaned up versions there are jarringly missing the particular scratches, hisses, cracks, sticking points and general wall of noise that made my copy my own. In a way this was a bit like the DRM watermarks that record companies experimented with recently.
posted by rongorongo at 8:33 AM on January 31, 2013
I've never been to a Nebraska farm sale - but I somebody gave me my own record player when I was maybe 5 or 6 years old. The pile of records was largely inherited from my older siblings - there were even some 78s which I guessed had belonged to older relatives. About half of them had long since lost their covers. They could be played by stacking on top of each other. At other times they might be stored in dusty piles that occasionally caught the sun. The holes in the centre of some had become enlarged - perhaps by having pencils stuck through them. These days I can rediscover most of what I listened too by a quick search on Youtube - but the cleaned up versions there are jarringly missing the particular scratches, hisses, cracks, sticking points and general wall of noise that made my copy my own. In a way this was a bit like the DRM watermarks that record companies experimented with recently.
posted by rongorongo at 8:33 AM on January 31, 2013
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