Pioneer P-D70 CD player – 1984

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Pioneer P-D70 – After the Model 1516 1980 prototype and its 4-channel surround-sound ability (backed by Philips until April 1981 but nixed by everybody else)…

After the original P-D1 in 1982, Pioneer went fully on its own with the P-D70… and sold many of them.

But upgraded it later into the P-D90 : black-faced, with an IR remote (CU-D90) and still retaining the mysterious “subcode out” connector. The latter was a Stereo Sound “Best Product” in the summer of 1984.

Among the originalities of both models : a binary digit / peak level switchable display

Among the common features : all-metal

~The Vintage Knob

SOLD

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Martini Ranch – Bill Paxton

Martini Ranch was a new wave band featuring Andrew Todd Rosenthal and Bill Paxton. They released two EP’s and one album on Sire Records between 1986 and 1988.

 

 

 

How Can the Labouring Man Find Time for Self-Culture? was produced and engineered by Devo guitarist Bob Casale and also featured drummer Alan Myers and vocalist Mark Mothersbaugh on keyboards.

Pioneer Elite – Fisher – Advent – Cerwin Vega – End of an Ear

End of an Ear Records in Austin has a new location at 4304 Clawson Road, just off Ben White between Radio and Casino South Side. Same stellar selection of records, tapes, CDs, DVDs, drums, gear, accessories, etc. – with expanded dedicated stereo room and great parking. The Holidays are now! Stop in today! ~L

 

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Leonard Cohen

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Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows

 

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows

 

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Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you’ve been faithful
Give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you’ve been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

 

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And everybody knows that it’s now or never
Everybody knows that it’s me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
When you’ve done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe’s still pickin’ cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

 
And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it’s moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there’s gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

 
And everybody knows that you’re in trouble
Everybody knows what you’ve been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it’s coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

 
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows

 

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Prince Rogers Nelson – 1958-2016

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There was an unfortunate fundamentalist bent to our household when I was coming up – typical 80’s occult paranoia stuff. The folks meant well, but it could be challenging in pursuits in pop cultural literacy for sure. I remember getting blasted by my dad once for reading the Bible while listening to Purple Rain on headphones. “They cancel each other out!” he insisted. He was strident. Theatrics and carnality were the Devil’s realm, after all. He was the same age I am now. Dad has since become more broad-minded, as has our collective conscience, thankfully – and it’s funny and quaint looking back. It’s sad, too. Not because Prince is gone, rather because if there was anything that could have made young me more sure of a benevolent God in the Universe, it would have been the preachers and teachers affirming the music of Prince and others as all part of One glorious Creation, rather than somehow separate and outside. It would have been one Sunday school True Believer with all the finger-wagging certitude challenging me to listen to the guitar break in “Let’s Go Crazy” or the opening run of “When Doves Cry” and declare there’s not a fucking God in Heaven. Sold. All would have been aligned. Instead with the false divisions. The kinds it takes a lifetime to reconcile.

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We do the best we can and I forgive them. Rest In Peace, Prince. Your music is a celebration, a lament, a prayer, a thing of Goodness and Beauty. Maybe it isn’t so much that artists like Prince cancel out our piousness, but rather balance it. Thank God for that.

~L

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