These are the sounds that quietly emanated from my grandmother's stereo 24 hours a day when I visited as a child. It wasn't traditional classical music, though I didn't really know the difference...pop music from a different time and for people left clinging on. They called his signature sound "Cascading Strings" and the descriptor fits beautifully. Palatable, light, schlock...no teeth whatsoever. But somehow the fact that all of the edges have been removed is what makes me pull these records out from time to time - they are harmless, they are sweet. It's like warm cookies on a rainy day, but for your ears. I guess sometimes everything doesn't need to be so angsty, the world has enough angst.
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No. Just, NO.
Just seeing the name and reading your notes brings images of the console stereo, with its sunken turntable with the 1/8" inch think cheap metal platter, heavy wide tone arm and wonky spindle that would usually misfire and drop the entire stack of LPs all at once. This beast of crappy wood construction and horrible, muffled fidelity nestled along the wall in the always cleaned but never used living room. Cue up Andy Williams...
punkier post ever?? lol
yeah there is time punk sucks...
chocolate & cookies
also it reminded me a movie, but idk which one.
cheers!
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