(Bad Pressing? or...Post St. Patrick’s Day Listening Post). Beck. Sea Change. Original Geffen. 2006. Barcode: 606949339319. Two LP Gatefold. Nearly everyone knows this masterpiece. My one criticism is also a recommendation; in many ways it’s a tribute to Serge Gainsbourg. Occasionally it’s so familiar to Histoire de Melody Nelson that you question Beck’s authorship. Nevertheless, imho this is Beck’s strongest effort and his only completely satisfying album. Regarding the pressing/ sound issues: Ok...I’ll admit it....Did a bit of celebrating tonight. Nevertheless, being dedicated to my...craft, I decided to do a bit of digging before the knowledgement of Lá Fhéile Pádraig began in earnest. I was thrilled to find this original @ $10.00 (that should have tipped me off that something was wrong). Despite my many indulgences this evening...I don’t believe my judgment is so weakened that I would hear the massive level of distortion coming from this LP, unless they actually existed. (I sampled several other albums. All seemed fine). It’s heartbreaking because the remainder of the album sounds remarkable; Punchy, crystal clear, warm and analog. Anyone have a similar experience with this version? I’ve done some research and found a few minor complaints. Any input from my fellows on IG would be appreciated. “...very few of the zealous are found sober that night”. #goodmusic#records_feature#vinyllife#recordplayer#lps#audioporn#music#vinyligclub#vinyllove#vinylcommunity#vinylcollector#vinylcollectionpost#recordoftheday#albumoftheday#vinyloftheday#vinyladdict#vinyljunkie#vinyligclub#nowspinningonvinyl#igvinylcollectors#dustyfingers#recordaddict#huntvinyl
OST Shaft. Isaac Hayes. Stax Records' Enterprise label. 1971. Double LP. Gatefold. I’m not sure how old I was when I first heard the funky-smooth intro to “Theme From Shaft”. Likely it was from the stereo of the older teenage girl who lived across the street (with her mother and two sisters). Rhonda dressed like it was the “Summer of 74” no matter what the year or climate. She always played lots of music from her cheap, plastic turntable with matching speakers (white - covered with flowers & rainbows) place in her bedroom windows. It’s was quite the mix; Elton John, Rod Stewart, Earth, Wind and Fire and...occasionally, The Theme From Shaft. If I’m not mistaken, the song was included of one of those K-Tel comps w/ 30 songs crammed into a single LP. Bad edits & horrible sound but...It’s didn’t matter to Rhonda - when she was washing her car, hanging out with friends on the front porch or sunbathing in the front yard. There was also a near constant parade of young men at the house. Rhonda kept things...interesting. There was always some commotion happening. The neighborhood hated it. I loved it. “Gorgeous hippie-girl keeps boring suburban street in an uproar”. Now...On Saturday nights, my parents allowed me to stay-up late & watch “scary-movies”. One night, As I watched TV in our front living-room - I became aware that a car had pulled-up in from of Rhonda’s house w/ the lights off. “That’s strange”, I thought. Hmmmmm..., A moment later, Rhonda was out her window & away they went. None of which is too surprising. Until...the next day; while outside with my friends I was approached by...her. “Are you going to tell?”, she said to me. I was partially scared of her and... flattered that she spoke to me. Those greenish-blue eyes. (I swear, she smelled like strawberries). She was even more pretty up-close. I smiled at her and said, “tell what?” She truly looked relieved. All of that would have been enough to remember, when she moved closer to me and...kissed me. On my cheek but near enough to my upper lip. ( I consider it my first kiss). “Thank you. You’re a sweetheart”. . It goes without saying that I never said a word...until now. Forgive me, Rhonda.