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I used to buy records. I was an audiophile at one time. I had a ‘stack’ of rectangular black electronic gadgets and the sickest speakers one can dream of: AR towers with 4 twelve inch woofers, lower and upper mid-ranges, and tweeters. I had two Technics MK-1200 turntables and a mixer that I built a cabinet for… and painted it red/green/gold as I was way into reggae records, beat-matching, and yes, I had a love for TRANCE. I paid $10 for this record back in the day and set it up with the Stanton pro cartridge on those direct drive wheels, and was blown away. Now… before you poo-poo my techno-trance link – please imagine it bumped through the kit as described. Just shut up and be the Memorex dude for a sec
Now, after that story been told, I will share with you an email I just got today that is so good it should go public. I didn’t know I had friends like this:
Greetings of the day to you.
I am Mrs.Jane Smith, I have a package Bank Draft of $500,000,00 USD in your
name left with FedEx Courier Express for claims, All you neeed to do is to
contact FedEx Courier Express via below information for your package delivery
to arrive your home address.
Contact Person: Mr. Fred Koko
Email Address: www.fedexoffice@yahoo.com.hk
Telephone: +2348074679100
Do send them your correct postal address, full name, contact phone number, so
that they can be able to deliver your package direct to your postal address
and you have to pay a fee of $110 USD which is the FedEx Courier Express
delivery charges as we have paid for all necessary charges except that of the
delivery fee of the courier company so far.
Yours Faithfully,
Mrs. Jane Smith
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I still have this one somewhere: Trance Global Nation. I think it was ’98.
http://www.last.fm/music/Various+Artists/Trance+Global+Nation
Now the Tribe of Issachar makes more sense. Ropus Dopus.
On Cream records, no less.
That shit reminds me of one time when me and Big Cabbage were climbing out of black canyon on I-17 at about 3am in Bobble Head’s old chevy van. I think we were running away from another trainwreck in Tucson. Good times. Headaches.
…i’ll tell ya, lj…you leave info like that lying around & you gotta expect people to take advantage of it…
…i not only sent ‘fred koko’ $110.00, i was so excited about getting my hands on that $5000,000.00 that i sent ‘jane smith’ another $110.00 in cash ‘cuz she was so nice…
…i figured i could help expedite matters, so then i facilitated their basic quest for info by sendin’ ’em my bank card number & asked if they minded just depositing the money in my account…
…hey, dude…you snooze, you lose & so i fully expect i’ll be the one enjoying that $500,000.00 any day now…
…later sucker…
Hayzoose freakin’ CRISTO, Jelleyjar! That was the WORST God damned racket I ever heard in my life. Fuck, now I got a supersized headache. Cripes, boy, what kind of drugs do you has to take to actually enjoy that fucking garbage? Swear it was like a root canal without the nitrous. Sounded like a hundred running garbage disposals and six monkeys thrown into a trash compactor. You owe me six minutes and thirty-five seconds. God, that was horrible!
And you played it LOUD, yet? Probably while standing two feet from those bigassed speakers. Well, that could explain alot, I suppose. Ai, mi capesa…
During my youth in the 80’s it was all about getting the best sound possible out of the system. I shake my head in pity at the students I teach who are satisfied listening to music on tiny cellphone speakers or an iPod dock.
rave music. yuck. reminds me of south beach.
@kg.
Amen.
They can hear it on those tiny speakers but they can’t feel it.
Makes so much difference.
I was gonna tell yez don’t listen to the whole track. It gets bad with the lyrics around 4:00. In 2000 I hated *most* trance tracks but this one I liked. I still do. For some reason it reminds Gnome and I of the same thing: Tucson. So does the whole Moby PLAY album, upon which that first track really made those woofers move.
I run eight-foot electrostatic speakers (Acoustat 2+2s) and a big, warm boat-anchor amp and NO COMPRESSED MUSIC IS ALLOWED. People give me MP3s, I throw them away. Play it loud!
“It gets bad…” GETS bad? Cripes, Jellyjar! Made my hair bleed, I’ll tell yez what! To each his own. What ever blows yer skirt up. Takes all kinds and the whole trip. But damn, dude.
…fuck you guys…my bank just called n’ said $500,000.00 was deposited in my account this morning…
I can vouch for Fred Koko. Totally legit.
I too have 500k for you BGW, may I please have your bank card number? Just so you know, I have to run it through an online account held with Felt. You know, for safety purposes. I don’t want the Nigerian government finding you.
…low b…hey, thanks & no problem…
…wow, i can’t believe how this is working out…
…“my future’s so bright, i gotta wear shades !!!”…