The Dino-Aspie Cafe (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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Well, Professor, get it out of the garage and crank it up, baby! Maybe the misssus will do a little boogie and get down.

I think the speakers were Dahlquist (?) Oh, I'd love to put together a system again, but The Missus isn't an audiophile. She prefers it low and intimate. Back when I was single, I thought of printing a playlist for the neighbors so they'd know what was coming up. I'd get on a kick, and go through my record collection and play every album for a certain artist. Like every ELO album in sequence.
If you can't smell the amp it ain't loud enuf ! !!

anything happening with the idea of a separate section for us oldies?

Heh, I disappear for a day or two, and return to find the thread festooned with triode pr0n.

Sorry to say that I just parted with my tweaked Macintosh MC-30 monoblocks, as we're moving and needed to be able to travel light. But my background for computer science was designing audio hardware. Last project was a class-A dual mono mosfet amp driving large transmission line bass enclosures, along with phase-aligned sets of Morel domes (they used to make a GREAT 3" midrange dome, alas, they were discontinued). Even now, I am endangering my digital media by keeping some Vifa midwoofers, several Morel dome tweeters and a Cantum Aurus subwoofer around my desk. They will be the next set of speakers -- dual mono again, but triamped this time, with a single transmission line subwoofer. And I'm another M-Audio 2496 user, to boot. Gotta have something to convert those old recordings!

I never thought of high-end audio gear as being an aspie thing, but this can't be coincidence.

Hello Postperson. I can't remember if I (or anyone else) welcomed you. If not, consider yourself welcomed. If you were welcomed, ignore this welcome. Or don't, as you like. In any case, just be sure to feel welcomed.

If a separate forum here was as free and open as this thread, fine. If it wasn't, I think I'd just stay here. I've gone all funny about privacy, etc. Maybe we could has a "vote" thread in parallel with this one, or put such a vote thread into the "WrongPlanet.net discussion" forum?

Oh! And of course, YowlingCat gets the casting/deciding vote. It's her thread, after all!

Actually, there as now more posts in this single thread than the two smallest forums put together. (That's cheating a bit, because "Stats" has other ideas behind it, I guess, but the non-English forum just doesn't seem that popular an idea - no posts for 24 hours.)

"You are my friends, so I refrain to eat you. But if I stay here, I would have to."

We've talked about the rest, now for the BEST


Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?


now tell me that wasn't fun! Tell me you didn't hear the piano and the harmonica in your head, tell me you didn't experience where you heard it and what it means to you. . .

Merle

love Dylan
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

But I think its means less to me than to you, Merle While you were raising hell in Berkely, I was studying Latin in school. I always felt I missed out on the 60's and 70's - just a passive observer too young and/or uptight to be part of anything. Too young to be a baby-boomer but not young enough to be X-Gen - stuck in the middle. (what it felt like)

dh loves him. We went to see him in concert. I was miserable with the noise and all the bodies, but I stayed because it was Dylan and dh loves him.

You know, I think I related to Bob because I'll bet he is one of us.
I know, I know, once I found out about AS I thought back on my life and some of the people I've met and known and started a mental check list. But I bet Bob is one of us, too.

I saw him at his Homecoming concert in Duluth, MN. First time he had played there since they tossed him out of high school, he said. He looked up (HE LOOKED UP!!) on stage and said "Hey! I can see the hospital I was born in over there!" (It was an outdoor concert) and actually smiled. He was wonderful. . . and he played with Paul Simon, so it was a night to behold!

I agree, I get all wiggy about being at concerts. But I move around. I am very fast when I walk, I call it The Berkeley Shuffle, and I am all over the place at a concert. I am in the balcony or push my way up to the front and stand directly below or even on stage. I worked for a rock festival company as their communications officer "The Sky River Festivals" up near Seattle, in the early seventies.

But I love Dylan.


come gather round people where ever you roam,
and admit that the waters around you have grown
and admit it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
if your time to you is worth savin'
and you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone
for the times they are a changin'.