My mother whacks him under the table again, so he says, “I’m just curious, Patsy!”
Matt and Mike lean in. “We did it ourselves.” “This right here? You did this yourselves? That’s impossible.”
He’s looking almost mad about it. “How’d you get the gear?”
My mom kicks him again, but Dad turns on her and says, “Stop it, would you? I’m just curious!”
Matt-or-Mike says, “It’s cool, Mrs. Loski.” He smiles at my dad and says, “We kept cruising the Internet and the trades looking for a deal.
Everyone’s blowing out their old analog gear for digital because that’s the move everyone else has made.
Digital, if you want to know our opinion, is weak. You lose too much of the waveform.
There’s not enough fat to it, and obviously we like it beefy.” My granddad puts up a finger and says, “But a CD’s digital, so… ”
“Exactly, but that is the last and only step we’ll compromise on. It’s just a necessity of being part of the industry.
Everyone wants CDs. But the multitrack and the mixdown to two-track is analog.
And we could afford it, Mr. Loski, because we got used gear and we’ve been saving up our pennies since we were twelve years old.”
He grins and says, “You still play? We could, you know, lay down some of your tunes if you want.”
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