There's nothing more annoying (okay, maybe biting the inside of yer mouth...in the same place three times) than slapping that overpriced, three-quarters-of-the-songs-were-already-comped, I-wuz-butt-raped-with-Aussie-shipping-charges, transworld sixties mod beat punk collection onto your turntable or CD player and discovering the tracks are muddy, over-compressed MP3s. Really? Ya mean those acetates weren't crappy sounding enough? Afraid someone might accuse you of lifting your cursor away from YouPube long enough to score a twenty-dollar disc on eBay? Have styli gone the way of the dodo bird, Pink Panther Flakes, and Easter Island?
Another thing. And this is probably worse. If your 45 is off-center to the point where the trail-out groove has dissected the monicker, REMOVE THE FLIPPIN' ADAPTER AND CORRECT IT BEFORE COMMITTING AN AUDIO TRANSFER. Jeez-us. Eyeball the stinker; if I can figger it out, so can you in probably half the time. Hint: when the grooves leap for yer nose, stop the turntable and gently move the record forward. It's called trial and error, Ironsides.
And anudder thing: if your record skips, I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT. I don't care if the Troggs are backing Lou Reed at the Whisky- take it away! Bury it in the back yard between the hamster and those Ballantine zip-top tabs
