Another Marathon Monday, with me merely a spectator. I’ve done Boston seven times, and maybe I have one more in me, but it’s too early to say. It’s been a long, slow road back from the injuries I’ve had, but I’m getting there.
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I dropped off some friends at the Worcester, Massachusetts airport today, and on the way back home I stopped at Paul Howley’s super-duper store, That’s Entertainment, to spend some of my unexpectedly big tax refund. I was very pleased to see LP copies of Bob Dylan: In Concert, Brandeis University, 1963, so I bought one of those. I was equally inspired when I spotted The Beatles Box of Vision, an item I’ve been tempted to get many times, but had never managed to pull the trigger until today.
Both of my new acquisitions exceeded my expectations, which were high to start with. Dylan’s concert was recorded well, especially considering when it was done, and the LP sounds great. This is Bob Dylan at the height of his early folk period, with his politics freshly awakened by his passionate girlfriend, Suze Rotolo.
Although the Beatles Box of Vision came out with the remastered CD’s in 2009, my idea was to use it to dress up the original CD’s released nearly 25 years ago. Well, that’s what I did, and I’m very pleased with the results. The only problem is, I’m missing a couple of the discs, so now I’ll have to get those or forever be bugged by the empty slots in the sleeves.
One of the more interesting Beatles reissues is Yellow Submarine Songtrack, which is in the picture. This must-have CD offers a generous sampling of tracks that weren’t only remastered, they were remixed. In terms of sheer sound quality, they’re noticeably superior to the 2009 remastered stereo master tapes, and they’re proof that the Beatles catalog will need yet one more release.
This weekend our family video viewing was Rocky, a movie that Eric was interested in seeing. I told him it’s one of the quintessential movies of the 70’s, and Carol said, “You can tell it’s the 70’s, because Rocky’s wearing bell-bottom sweat pants.” Carol has a very good sense of humor.
If only I’d read the warning label for my Superman costume, I’d have known it wouldn’t make me invulnerable or give me the ability to fly, and I could have avoided a few bullet holes and broken bones.
