kiffie

I've always known that records have a much higher sound quality than CDs. (That's why I started buying records in the first place.) I just didn't really key into how much better they are until a few nights ago.

It was... two? Three in the morning? The point is, it was quiet. No cars, no helicopters. I wanted to listen to some music as I went to sleep. I didn't want to take my big, bulky headphones to bed with me, so I fired up my record player and fished out my Les Miserables album (yes, random, yon stack-o-records are back in my room now -- admittedly, though, I only moved them this past week). It took me a few minutes to fumble with the record in the dark, of course, and heaven knows I'm hard on records and CDs, alike. It's no wonder that Castle on a Cloud skips like hell. Anyway, I wasn't paying much attention to anything until that song had ended and... ah... Wow. You know how muted a speaker sounds when you put your hand over it, then there's the sudden clarity when you move your hand? It was like that.

I think the biggest place it's noticeable is in the deeper of the male voices. Enjolras and Javert seem to have suffered the most from digitization. Listening to the songs on my MP3 player makes them seem hollow by comparison. I wonder why tech folks decided to drop out that specific range to save space?

Now I kinda wish that my album was in better shape -- it's the record equivalent of a CalTrans fuckup. Hmph.

BTW, does anyone know how to jury-rig a new Crosley recordplayer to run at 78rpm? I've got a V-disk that I require to live. REQUIRE.

...it has some very brief clips, as well as behind-the-scenes-stuff, of the production of Les Mis me an' random saw. :3



Note Javert and his bright orange shirt. Lulz.

Seeing stuff like this makes me regret not taking stagebuilding in high school. Sadly, Visual Arts and Stage didn't allow for intermingling or cross-attending of classes, else kiffies might have had a different direction in life.

Last night, random_redshirt and I went to go see Les Miserables, put on by the PCPA Theaterfest, in Santa Maria.

( What the kiff thought. )