Just because every time I try to predict the story line Shaenon and Jeff prove me wrong by being far more AWESOME, I think tomorrow will bring
Panel 1: (Sweetheart, leaning forward) “By my calculations we’ll never reach Kansas in time!”
Panel 2: (Baron, playing with the 8-track) “I wonder what this button does?”
Panel 3: *LURCH!* as Mercury J. Buchanan tilts back to looks of consternation from Tip, Sweetheart and Baron.
Panel 4: Exterior shot of Nick’s aircraft body swooping down in front of the van so it can roll up lowered ramp in best “Knight Rider” style, with voice balloon of Nick proclaiming “Not a problem.”
There are only two controls, volume & next track. Only other thing is to insert the cartridge with a push to start, pull out the cartridge to stop. Simple as that, until the capstan roller gets dirty and snags the tape or the metal foil splice comes loose. Then you learn why 8-tracks didn’t stick around much past the seventies.
Which is what I remember any time I feel an urge towards nostalgia. I currently own literally hundreds of CD’s, plus music I’ve bought in purely digital form. And I keep absolutely all of it in my car on a flash drive the size of my thumbnail.
Well, I had (or my parents had, which for eighttracks amounted to the same thing) a copy of the “Hey Jude” album by The Beatles, and the sound quality wasn’t to be equaled on their releases till the big box set reissue of 2009. Also several doo-wop tracks in true stereo where the more recent rereleases seemed to lose the stereo masters. So eight-track was fine far as my adolescent self felt.
With Scotland having their first game in the European Cup today, there was only one song I could filk…
(If you don’t understand what this song has to do with Scotland being in the Euros, well, nor does anyone in Scotland.)
No, Tip,
This is no time for all your blubber,
We’re burning rubber,
And leaving Vegas in the dust.
No, Tip,
Don’t plan on giving up the steering,
Alhough we’re veering,
I stay in control of the bus.
Ohhh…
Yes, Tip,
We should boogie,
We’ve lost time we must regain,
We should boogie,
Boogie-woogie,
Once again.
Yes, Tip,
We should boogie,
Before things get more insane.
We should boogie,
Boogie-woogie,
To Pavaaaaane.
Well, if it was funny,
He’d tell you what I know.
Baron got crosstown with a Mercury to go.
Crazy with a Mercury.
Man, it’s crazy with a Mercury.
Buchanan J’s a Mercury and headed right on down the road.
Well, the girl Nick loves
Got taken by these guys.
He used powers took her back his prize.
They’re riding in a Mercury.
They’re crazy with a Mercury.
Buchanan J’s a Mercury and headed right on down the road.
Hey, now, fellas,
Let’s let him rip.
Driven out with your Mercury but with Tip.
Crazy with a Mercury.
They’re crazy with a Mercury.
Buchanan J’s a Mercury and headed right on down the road.
Symbol says “Mercedes,”
Peace sign up front.
He calls himself a Mercury, Buchanan’s a nut.
He really is a Mercury.
Yeah, they’re crazy with a Mercury.
Buchanan J’s a Mercury and headed right on down the road.
—from “Mercury Blues,” written by K. C. Douglas and Robert Geddins, sung (most recently) by Alan Jackson.
Improvements like eight-tracks and such, but issues of fears rise up much. Less talk and less blubber while the road hits the rubber, but can Baron M. work the clutch?
Just because every time I try to predict the story line Shaenon and Jeff prove me wrong by being far more AWESOME, I think tomorrow will bring
Panel 1: (Sweetheart, leaning forward) “By my calculations we’ll never reach Kansas in time!”
Panel 2: (Baron, playing with the 8-track) “I wonder what this button does?”
Panel 3: *LURCH!* as Mercury J. Buchanan tilts back to looks of consternation from Tip, Sweetheart and Baron.
Panel 4: Exterior shot of Nick’s aircraft body swooping down in front of the van so it can roll up lowered ramp in best “Knight Rider” style, with voice balloon of Nick proclaiming “Not a problem.”
To get to Kansas, click your heals and say “There’s no place like home.”
Not bad, but I’d see Nick saying something more like “Get in already, Melon Farmers!”
True.
There are only two controls, volume & next track. Only other thing is to insert the cartridge with a push to start, pull out the cartridge to stop. Simple as that, until the capstan roller gets dirty and snags the tape or the metal foil splice comes loose. Then you learn why 8-tracks didn’t stick around much past the seventies.
We had one with stop, play, and record buttons. We recorded our favorite tunes off the radio with it.
Well, the size of the damn things didn’t help. We had a rack for them in the car. 8 of them took up the entire center console.
Which is what I remember any time I feel an urge towards nostalgia. I currently own literally hundreds of CD’s, plus music I’ve bought in purely digital form. And I keep absolutely all of it in my car on a flash drive the size of my thumbnail.
Well, I had (or my parents had, which for eighttracks amounted to the same thing) a copy of the “Hey Jude” album by The Beatles, and the sound quality wasn’t to be equaled on their releases till the big box set reissue of 2009. Also several doo-wop tracks in true stereo where the more recent rereleases seemed to lose the stereo masters. So eight-track was fine far as my adolescent self felt.
8-track players do not have an eject button. If you see an eject button, it is NOT for the 8-track player!
Nice to see Vegas in the rear view mirror. Is that a song? Well, I couldn’t find it on Google, just a book…
Speaking of songs, any suggestions for a playlist of that 8-track?
Since the U.S. remake of a U.K. cop show allegedly set in 1973, I’ve been associating 8-tracks with David Bowie’s Life on Mars…
Doesn’t all car media eventually transform into Best of Queens or something? (per Good Omens)
With Scotland having their first game in the European Cup today, there was only one song I could filk…
(If you don’t understand what this song has to do with Scotland being in the Euros, well, nor does anyone in Scotland.)
No, Tip,
This is no time for all your blubber,
We’re burning rubber,
And leaving Vegas in the dust.
No, Tip,
Don’t plan on giving up the steering,
Alhough we’re veering,
I stay in control of the bus.
Ohhh…
Yes, Tip,
We should boogie,
We’ve lost time we must regain,
We should boogie,
Boogie-woogie,
Once again.
Yes, Tip,
We should boogie,
Before things get more insane.
We should boogie,
Boogie-woogie,
To Pavaaaaane.
Well, if it was funny,
He’d tell you what I know.
Baron got crosstown with a Mercury to go.
Crazy with a Mercury.
Man, it’s crazy with a Mercury.
Buchanan J’s a Mercury and headed right on down the road.
Well, the girl Nick loves
Got taken by these guys.
He used powers took her back his prize.
They’re riding in a Mercury.
They’re crazy with a Mercury.
Buchanan J’s a Mercury and headed right on down the road.
Hey, now, fellas,
Let’s let him rip.
Driven out with your Mercury but with Tip.
Crazy with a Mercury.
They’re crazy with a Mercury.
Buchanan J’s a Mercury and headed right on down the road.
Symbol says “Mercedes,”
Peace sign up front.
He calls himself a Mercury, Buchanan’s a nut.
He really is a Mercury.
Yeah, they’re crazy with a Mercury.
Buchanan J’s a Mercury and headed right on down the road.
—from “Mercury Blues,” written by K. C. Douglas and Robert Geddins, sung (most recently) by Alan Jackson.
“Bodine Brown”, “Bertha Butt Boogie”, “Cow Patty”, “Grooviest Grubworm in the World”, “The Streak”, and other such classics…
This was meant for the soundtrack question above…
Let’s see now, blue hair, can’t see over the steering wheel, drives like crazy . . .
The Baron is officially driving like someone’s grandma.
Improvements like eight-tracks and such, but issues of fears rise up much. Less talk and less blubber while the road hits the rubber, but can Baron M. work the clutch?