Gotta tell ya folks, it’s been a wild time at the ol’ lounge. Last Sunday, DaBoss and Trustar met up – live and in person – and had a killer of an afternoon. Tru was in town for real (gagh!) work and conspired to hook up. We have been chatting and blog blathering for a long time and are very similar in musical ideology and life experience and tastes.
What a treat! We had a great time. He took the subway to my hood near Washington D.C. and we hit the sights. Not the usual tourist trap crap – oh no – we went FCL style to some of the cooler, way out places. We went A/V and visited the National Museum of Radio and Television, where the very knowledgeable guides talked our ears off on the history and styles of radio and tv. Some way rad stuff like hundreds of radios ranging from the huge art deco inlaid wood consoles that some of us listened to when we were kids (the infamous Philcos), to table top sets shaped like tombstones, to classy colored 50’s plastic beauties, to the original shirt pocket transistor boxes made in Japan to modern day minis.
We saw the first fax machine – built in 1928 – and a first try at a home acetate disc recorder – circa 1935. that’s right – direct to disc recording. What is new is old. Of course, the tv’s were slammin’. One of the Philcos had a detachable picture tube that you could carry around with you from room to room on a long cable. Miniature tv tubes from the 50’s with a magnifying lens to make the picture look bigger. Hey – a big screen back then was all of 14”.
What a treat! We had a great time. He took the subway to my hood near Washington D.C. and we hit the sights. Not the usual tourist trap crap – oh no – we went FCL style to some of the cooler, way out places. We went A/V and visited the National Museum of Radio and Television, where the very knowledgeable guides talked our ears off on the history and styles of radio and tv. Some way rad stuff like hundreds of radios ranging from the huge art deco inlaid wood consoles that some of us listened to when we were kids (the infamous Philcos), to table top sets shaped like tombstones, to classy colored 50’s plastic beauties, to the original shirt pocket transistor boxes made in Japan to modern day minis.
We saw the first fax machine – built in 1928 – and a first try at a home acetate disc recorder – circa 1935. that’s right – direct to disc recording. What is new is old. Of course, the tv’s were slammin’. One of the Philcos had a detachable picture tube that you could carry around with you from room to room on a long cable. Miniature tv tubes from the 50’s with a magnifying lens to make the picture look bigger. Hey – a big screen back then was all of 14”.
After cruizin’ down memory lane, we went for some local eats – homemade Maryland crabcakes (what else) and a quick stop at Belair Stables – the birthplace of American thoroughbred horse racing. That’s right, boys and girls, it ain’t Kentucky.
Then we arrived at FCL proper. We spent some time in the lounge checking out tons of new music, file arranging and tagging methods, some of my collection of original comic art and comics, antique Carnival glass and the infamous antique hood ornaments which pretty much take over about ½ of the wall and surface space in the lounge.
All good things must end, tho – and we said – so long until next time.
Tru is a true gentleman – exactly like you see on his blog. Smart, fun and unpretentious and TRULY a great person to be around. Here’s a long tall Blue Hawiian hoisted for you, my friend – hang ten for me.
Then we arrived at FCL proper. We spent some time in the lounge checking out tons of new music, file arranging and tagging methods, some of my collection of original comic art and comics, antique Carnival glass and the infamous antique hood ornaments which pretty much take over about ½ of the wall and surface space in the lounge.
All good things must end, tho – and we said – so long until next time.
Tru is a true gentleman – exactly like you see on his blog. Smart, fun and unpretentious and TRULY a great person to be around. Here’s a long tall Blue Hawiian hoisted for you, my friend – hang ten for me.