I should be able to end this blog at the title. It is an inspired title, one that simply came to me hour after hour one night while I tried to sleep.
OK. Enough pee talk. One benefit of sleeping with a CPAP is that night pees are no longer an issue. As soon as that mask goes on, I don’t wake or stir (that I know of.. no family member has accused me of standing over their bed trying to stab them with a toothbrush.. at least not lately).
I was thinking nostalgic thoughts today. In my office, I use Google Play on my phone, and the album choice of the moment was Journey’s ‘Infinity’ album. As ‘Wheel in the Sky’ was playing, I realized that I was waiting to hear a KA-CHUNK and momentary pause at a certain point in the song.
♫♫Oh the wheel in the sk…. ka-chunk…(silence) keeps on turning♫♫
‘Infinity’ was one of the four eight track tapes that I had in my first car, a lovely red and rusty 1972 Plymouth Duster (or Ruster as it became known). Whether it was REO Speedwagon (You Can Tune A Piano But You Can’t Tuna Fish), Ted Nugent or the Doobie Brothers, I now have permanent ka-chunk embedded in my mind for songs from those eight tracks. Who could forget the rocking ‘Unidentified Flying kachunk Turkey Trot’? I know I can’t.
Of course, there were those days where the tape became stuck between tracks. kachunk kachunk kachunk kachunk kachunk… and the tape couldn’t be ejected from fear of the pinched tape come flying out of the case. I learned how to repair an eight track tape by cutting the tape where it had pinched, then holding it together with a small piece of Scotch tape. Of course, that means that there are lyrics that I don’t know because that portion of tape was missing.
♫She musters a smile for his nostalgic tale… What a fool belieeeeeeeeves♫
Ahhhhh, those were the days.
The eight track player was one of the upgrades I added to my magnificent Plymouth. My car came with black cloth seats, no air conditioning, and an AM radio. In order to be a proper cruiser, the Duster needed a kicking stereo. I added box Pioneer speakers and a Pioneer eight track stereo that was inserted into a slide mount under the dash. It wasn’t like one of those sub woofer systems in some cars these days, the kind that practically stop my heart if I am next to one at a stop light, but my Pioneer system was pretty cool for its day.
Heck, I was such a chick magnet that I needed make out music. AM radio did not cut it.
Then I graduated to cassette. Oh the tales of woe I have. How many weeks did I go with a tape stuck in the player until I finally gave the tape last rites and ripped it out of the player? Many. So many.