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g, l, o, r, i, a

I have a band, sort of. The band is me, and Erik on bass, and a reel-to-reel player (this model) on drums. When I first returned to Portland and found the drummer waiting in a box, we experienced a series of setbacks that almost destroyed the band, like when the Flaming Lips' drummer got bit by the spider: the tape would not play nor stop nor rewind, and when I called the local vintage audio outfit they said replacement parts for this model have been unavailable for several years. Grim. But then Erik came over and we fiddled with its innards, and before long brought it to the point where, if you manually push around some components with broken motors, you can get it to start and hear what are apparently the home recordings of a lounge singer who formerly owned the device. It will be a bit tricky to handle onstage, but it's all part of the act, kids; make it look easy. We will give the drummer some drums to play as soon as the blank tapes arrive from eBay. And then we will save rock and roll.

 

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