Article 84054 of rec.music.progressive: Path: newsstand.cit.cornell.edu!news.graphics.cornell.edu!news.lightlink.com!newspeer.monmouth.com!feeder.qis.net!feed2.news.erols.com!winter.news.erols.com!not-for-mail From: Rick Hodges Newsgroups: alt.music.marillion,alt.music.yes,alt.music.brian-eno,alt.music.the.police,alt.music.tmbg,alt.music.ween,alt.music.rush,alt.music.genesis,alt.music.progressive,rec.music.progressive Subject: Re: Strangest NG Post ever! Date: Tue, 09 Dec 1997 11:00:40 -0500 Organization: Erol's Internet Services Lines: 57 Message-ID: <348D6B28.EE3@aopala.org> References: <66f5p7$69m@camel12.mindspring.com> <66fjho$nnn$1@news01.deltanet.com> <66inqf$13l$9@nnrp2.snfc21.pbi.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: spg-as85s38.erols.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Trace: winter.news.erols.com 881683318 7901 207.172.53.38 (9 Dec 1997 16:01:58 GMT) X-Complaints-To: abuse@erols.com X-Mailer: Mozilla 2.01KIT (Win95; U) Xref: newsstand.cit.cornell.edu alt.music.marillion:20946 alt.music.yes:116043 alt.music.brian-eno:10369 alt.music.tmbg:51218 alt.music.rush:120374 alt.music.genesis:32974 alt.music.progressive:83301 rec.music.progressive:84054 Mukamuk wrote: > > ictsas42@msn.com spake thus: > > > >please don't laugh. > > > >Ha ha ha ha ha ha. > > > >What are J-cards? (sp?) > > > >I'm laughing, so I guess it's okay. > > Well son, back in my day, the niftiest thing goin' was these lil' boxes with > music in 'em. They was 'bout as long as yer Aunt Edna's goiter and wide as a > squirrel kin spit. And slim! Hoo boy, they was slimmer than yer Ma on her > weddin' night! And they was (Hey!)... they got lotsa (OW! Quit it, Ma, I'm > try'na tell a story here, dammit woman!) > > Sheesh. Anyhoo, these "tapes" had more music on'em than ol' Elmo's kid's got > spots, an' you kin quote me on that. An' the best part was the J-card. Whut's > a J-card? Dang, yer makin' yer ol' Gramps feel older than the redwoods now. > Well a J-card was the piece o'paper they done stuck in the lil' box with > th'info-mashun 'bout who done sung 'n wrote whut song, n'whutnot. Some damn > purty pickers on them J-cards too, I tell ya, that tape o' Loretta Lynn had a > picker onnit that kin bring an old peter back from th'dead... oh, that > Loretta... >SMAK< Woman! I'm tell'n a story here, an' you keep whackin that > damn broom on me! Sheesh. But kids, I tell ya, them J-cards is summat rare > this day, ay it's true. That ol' CD done chased 'em out the stores, 'm you kin > quote me on that. Ain't hardly no more J-cards t'be found round these parts. > > Now git to bed, y'all. A man's gotta git some stewin' time y'know. > > ;-)J-cards! Huh! Why in my day, we din't have the priv-lege of readin' no little cards could fit in yer little ol' pockit. In my day, them sangers and moosishuns 'n' such had tah scratch their voices on big fat plastic plates! There weren't no way a body could stuff one o' them dadburn thangs in yer pocket or yer purse for the ladies. You had to go out'n rustle up an old milk box from back o' the gen'ral store an' stack 'em in there. And 'nuther thing: these no good kids these days t'ain't never heard o' nuthin what was called "wow" and "flutter." Why, we had more wow 'n' flutter than you could sweep up with a broom. We didn't complain 'bout it neither, 'cause we was just happy to be list'nen t' sumpin other than our little brother bangin' on the pie-ano. And we didn't complain neither 'bout turnin' the dang thing over halfway into th'album! That's right! Had to get up and turn it over. Thing is, there was one good thing 'bout the old record player. If yew was smart, you could take it apart an' take th' belt off and spin records backward with'n yer hand. We heard all kindsa wacky stuff that way: "Turn me on, dead man," "worship Satan," "start to smoke marijauna," and all them sublime-anal messages er whatever they called 'em. Guess it 'splains why Grandma kills chickens and does bong hits at midnight every Halloween. -Great Grandpa