Thread: Don't Touch My Records! Has this ever happened w/ your wife or S.O. ?

https://youtu.be/qXjCtgiUEu8

Not that my wife listens to records anymore, but to quote the wife character in the video "It's just music" resonates with me.

Almost three decades ago when we first got together she would leave the LP's strewn out on the floor and refuse to use the Discwasher to clean them before playing them.

Does this video bring back memories for any of you guys?

I keep telling you guys, you need these to keep your wife and kids at bay:

http://www.amazon.com/Petrainer-PET9...ric+dog+collar

Yep. It brings back memories. I thought he was an ass when I first saw the movie, and he still comes across as an ass.

He's right.

Originally Posted by Mike

He's right.

Who? Jim or the guy in the video?

Originally Posted by mep

Who? Jim or the guy in the video?

The guy in the video. Don't touch his records.

I remember dating a young woman many years ago that kept her LP's loose, outside of their inner sleeves and jackets. Her stereo rack was constructed of six concrete blocks standing on end and 2" X 12" boards about six feet long stacked three shelves high. Her sound system was a Panasonic receiver, two small bookshelf speakers, and a cheap automatic Panasonic turntable. She had a dozen or more LP's stacked against each other on the carpet leaning against the lowest concrete block. She asked if I'd like to hear some music and picked up the stack of records and started shuffling through them like a deck of cards, tossing the ones she wasn't interested in on the carpet and on top of each other.. I was shocked but kept silent. When she finally arrived at an LP she wanted to hear, she placed it on her automatic turntable and when the tone arm hit the record it sounded like we were listening to sandpaper, no, dirty used sandpaper. Yes, I could hear the music in there somewhere but the noise, pops, ticks, and elevated background racket was horrendous. She was snapping her fingers and bobbing hear head to the beat and seemed to be enjoying it. It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. Since this was my first visit to her home with hopes of more than just some music and talk, I ignored the travesty of her record handling habits. What's a man to do under those circumstances? The sight of those records out of their jackets and sleeves on the floor leaning against a concrete block left a permanent imprinted picture in my brain. I remember that evening like it was yesterday and fortunately the torture of my hearing paid dividends.

Like the video above showed, for this young woman it was about the music. The rest of it just didn't seem to bother her at all.

I have all my disks arranged alphabetically by a few genres: Classical, Rock, Jazz, Gregorian chants (yeah, really) Gilbert and Sullivan, PDQ Bach and musical comedy, and Broadway.

When I remove disks from my shelves, I have bright yellow card stock that I insert in their places on the shelf that stick out a bit more than the disks so they are easily seen. It's low tech but works perfectly. I have about 15 or 20 of those yellow oak-tag cards.

Even if I take out ten disks for the multi-disk player for a party, I can easily see exactly where they go when they get put back on the shelf.

Originally Posted by Double-D

I remember dating a young woman many years ago that kept her LP's loose, outside of their inner sleeves and jackets. Her stereo rack was constructed of six concrete blocks standing on end and 2" X 12" boards about six feet long stack three shelves high. Her sound system was a Panasonic receiver, two small bookshelf speakers, and a cheap automatic Panasonic turntable. She had a dozen or more LP's stacked against each other on the carpet leaning against the lowest concrete block. She asked if I'd like to hear some music and picked up the stack of records and started shuffling through them like a deck of cards, tossing the ones she wasn't interested in on the carpet and on top of each other.. I was shocked but kept silent. When she finally arrived at an LP she wanted to hear, she placed it on her automatic turntable and when the tone arm hit the record it sounded like we were listening to sandpaper, no, dirty used sandpaper. Yes, I could hear the music in there somewhere but the noise, pops, ticks, and elevated background racket was horrendous. She was snapping her fingers and bobbing hear head to the beat and seemed to be enjoying it. It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. Since this was my first visit to her home with hopes of more than just some music and talk, I ignored the travesty of her record handling habits. What's a man to do under those circumstances? The sight of those records out of their jackets and sleeves on the floor leaning against a concrete block left a permanent imprinted picture in my brain. I remember that evening like it was yesterday and fortunately the torture of my hearing paid dividends.

Like the video above showed, for this young woman it was about the music. The rest of it just didn't seem to bother her at all.

It just goes to show ya the nonsense we will put up with in order to get laid-at least when we were young and dating.

I know a guy who visited a local audio store to hear a piece of equipment. The owner of the store kept his records piled on the floor, often without sleeves just lying on the album covers. My friend fled in fear. He couldn't handle that level of record care.

My response is not directed at any single post but if you worry more about your records or your gear than your wife or significant others feelings, you deserve to live and die alone with your organized stuff.

Originally Posted by still-one

My response is not directed at any single post but if you worry more about your records or your gear than your wife or significant others feelings, you deserve to live and die alone with your organized stuff.

Go dump out her purse, jewelry drawer and makeup area....see what reaction you get.

Originally Posted by still-one

My response is not directed at any single post but if you worry more about your records or your gear than your wife or significant others feelings, you deserve to live and die alone with your organized stuff.

Pretty much agree. If your LP's are more important than your wife then its time to get a divorce and then see what you end up with after the divorce hearing. You could be shocked. You could end up alone in a little appt with your equipment and LP's. If someone needs a good atty let me know.

Reminds me of my 86 year old neighbor. He told me he's been married 5 times and repeatedly proclaims "never again!" Oddly, he's also the happiest guy I know.

The scene from this clip is from the movie Diner which came out in 1982 or so. I was in my early 20's when this movie was first screened. This before wife and with equipment rack. Post marriage delete the rack and speakers with little ones.

In any event I was hoping to spark a discussion about the differences between the sexes. My point is not whether the newlywed husband in this movie is being mean to his wife. He doesn't know how to express to her how important music is to him and how it transports him.

I have some of the same struggle today. She is jealous of the music room. I invite her in but she is good for maybe 20-30 minutes. If she gets emotionally engaged she starts singing instead of listening!

I try to point out to her the nuances of the sound staging and imaging in vain. She could care less and thinks I'm nuts. Maybe she's right.

OMG, I feel sorry for the hotty's abuse. Give the darling a tissue.

I gave The Lady the job to electronically catalogue which she happily agreed to do, someday never. Until then, she knows the procedure to mute, lift and bank the tonearm if I can't get to it.

Originally Posted by Odyssey

The scene from this clip is from the movie Diner which came out in 1982 or so. I was in my early 20's when this movie was first screened. This before wife and with equipment rack. Post marriage delete the rack and speakers with little ones.

In any event I was hoping to spark a discussion about the differences between the sexes. My point is not whether the newlywed husband in this movie is being mean to his wife. He doesn't know how to express to her how important music is to him and how it transports him.

I have some of the same struggle today. She is jealous of the music room. I invite her in but she is good for maybe 20-30 minutes. If she gets emotionally engaged she starts singing instead of listening!

I try to point out to her the nuances of the sound staging and imaging in vain. She could care less and thinks I'm nuts. Maybe she's right.

The two other things I find women do during listening, and I use that term loosely for them, are talking during the music and wanting the volume to be reduced to the level of Background/Elevator music.

Just another drawback to vinyl. Get a music server, and never worry about misplaced records again.

Originally Posted by bzr

Music servers loose too much expression, don't even get me started with multi-cd trays

Music servers they are so impersonal just like the old 57 Dodge Torqueflite Pushbutton Transmission that resided on the dash.

Originally Posted by GaryProtein

The two other things I find women do during listening, and I use that term loosely for them, are talking during the music and wanting the volume to be reduced to the level of Background/Elevator music.

Gary.......Same experience here, especially wanting to talk instead of listen. Even worse, the talk is usually about some dribble I have no interest in. If you tell her you couldn't care less or suggest she please be quiet, she cops an attitude. I'd rather let her remain glued to the television in the living room watching Life Time Movie Network or some other B grade women's channel. I don't even try to get her into the sound room anymore. Quite frankly that's fine with me.

And you're right, women listening is a true oxymoron.

I am pretty lucky in that my wife and I like the same music up to about 98%. She will sit and listen with me but does not like the volume as loud as I do.

On the flip side, she never sings but does know the words to most songs. BUT, I tend to like to whistle along with music and I am constantly getting Hushed and told I am ruining the song.

I have to laugh about it because I know I am the annoying one and not her.

As per care, When we met in 77, she had a little all in one record player and a stack of albums that were kept in sleeves all the time. For Xmas one year, I bought her a whole cheesy Rack System with separate turntable and all which she loved, her mom not so much.

When I did have a turntable after we were married, she took the same care. Now we only have CDs and Single Players. Every disk is put away without fingerprints as a new one is removed from the shelf. CDs are NEVER left in the car, if played they go back in the case and back into the rack upon returning home. She won't even let me lend a disk or movie to close friends in fear they won't be handled the same way we do.

Originally Posted by BlueFox

Just another drawback to vinyl. Get a music server, and never worry about misplaced records again.

This is how I get prepared for my bi-monthly spin of a couple of slabs of vinyl.

Originally Posted by Double-D

Gary.......Same experience here, especially wanting to talk instead of listen. Even worse, the talk is usually about some dribble I have no interest in. If you tell her you couldn't care less or suggest she please be quiet, she cops an attitude. I'd rather let her remain glued to the television in the living room watching Life Time Movie Network or some other B grade women's channel. I don't even try to get her into the sound room anymore. Quite frankly that's fine with me.

And you're right, women listening is a true oxymoron.

Wow!
Not only does Susan love listening to music, she totally understands the value of my Klaudio US record cleaner. She loves songs with great lyrics and often sings along. I could've had a dedicated room downstairs,but she insisted that the main system be upstairs so we could both enjoy it.

Surely there are more women out there like her.

Originally Posted by MDP

Wow!
Not only does Susan love listening to music, she totally understands the value of my Klaudio US record cleaner. She loves songs with great lyrics and often sings along. I could've had a dedicated room downstairs,but she insisted that the main system be upstairs so we could both enjoy it.

Surely there are more women out there like her.

Mark.......You are a fortunate man to be able to share your audio passion with your lovely lady. I don't mean to leave the impression I am unhappy with Marlene because that certainly isn't true. Although I would enjoy a greater appreciation of my enthusiasm for music, I understand her peace of mind while enjoying television. She is a TV person and I am not. We are just different in this way but have long since come to terms with it. The living room sound system gets played often while we cook and while we enjoy dinner. When I want to focus on music I go down to the studio where I can listen in peace at whatever volume I wish to any hour I wish. That keeps me happy. It's a satisfactory balance that keeps us both happy.

Z

Originally Posted by Double-D

Mark.......You are a fortunate man to be able to share your audio passion with your lovely lady. I don't mean to leave the impression I am unhappy with Marlene because that certainly isn't true. Although I would enjoy a greater appreciation of my enthusiasm for music, I understand her peace of mind while enjoying television. She is a TV person and I am not. We are just different in this way but have long since come to terms with it. The living room sound system gets played often while we cook and while we enjoy dinner. When I want to focus on music I go down to the studio where I can listen in peace at whatever volume I wish to any hour I wish. That keeps me happy. It's a satisfactory balance that keeps us both happy.

Dan, I appreciate your kind words, and wasn't insinuating anything negative about Marlene.
I understand that I'm fortunate. I just wish everyone else could share the love of music with their significant other.