I kind of feel bad about this thread being bumbed and all, I'll just put it right back up here where it will get some nice sunshine.

ORIGINAL: cjlinus

When I was a kid we had to use Portastudios, uphill! both ways!!

Ohh, you were lucky..... ...complete luxury in fact.....

We used to dream of recording with a Portastudio.

We used to have to get up in the morning at 11 o'clock at night half an hour before we went to bed and lick the portable radio-cassette player clean with our tongues.....

..... then we'd go down the studio, struggle our way through a forty three hour shift and pay the studio owner for the permission to come to work...... and when we got home, our parents would slice us in two with a bread knife and dance about on our graves singing "Alleluia".








Aye, and you tell that to the young kids of today..........


....... and they won't believe you.












Thanks to Mssrs Cleese, Chapman, Jones, Palin, Gwilliam and Idle for the inspiration - I may put it to music you know

And the people rejoiced.

ORIGINAL: SteveStrummerUK

ORIGINAL: cjlinus

When I was a kid we had to use Portastudios, uphill! both ways!!

Ohh, you were lucky..... ...complete luxury in fact.....

We used to dream of recording with a Portastudio.

We used to have to get up in the morning at 11 o'clock at night half an hour before we went to bed and lick the portable radio-cassette player clean with our tongues.....

..... then we'd go down the studio, struggle our way through a forty three hour shift and pay the studio owner for the permission to come to work...... and when we got home, our parents would slice us in two with a bread knife and dance about on our graves singing "Alleluia".

Oh, that was simply paradise!


When I was young we would all have to crowd together in the studio. All 150 of us lads. Well it wasn't really a studio but a hole in the motorway with a cardboard roof that holes in it. And on microphone connected to nothing but a an old gramophone. Five of the lads used to have to hold up Timmy to cover the holes in the cardboard while we recorded. And then we had to pay 5 quid an hour for the luxury of recording a single minute of a song. We couldn't even afford instruments so some would make guitar sounds and others would make drum sound (a drum each) and others would make bass sounds.

We would have to record for hours on end for 4 pence every two years. And then when we got home dad would beat us about the head and neck with a broken bottle and mum would cut us in half with a chain saw....



Lads, if you are reading this you need to go to the very first post in this thread. If you have already been there and have found yourself here then you are surely lost.

Well I wasn't going to tell you all this, but to be honest, we had no Portastudio. We used a Realistic 8 track casset and a Mr. Microphone. My mom would gather up the whole bunch of us and send us to the nice folks at Techno Phobe Inc. Where we would all be forced down into the mines or over to the shirt factory where they would make us whistle and sing for the soundtrack of Mickey cartoons, I still shudder every time I see a picture of a dwarf. Then at the end of our 10 year contract all 867.6 of us kids would be sent home where our dad would be waiting to beat us senseless with the rolled up newspaper reviews of the soundtracks. Now what really made it bad was the fact the the whole time, that Jackson family next door kept getting all the credit for tunes we had made up as mom made us practice for the next 10 year contract. Well I can't illiterate as well as others but I think you get the idea that it was a grim place to be. I had just posted the bit about the Portastudio because I like to pretend that I'd had a happy childhood.

Thanks guys for the bringing up old sorrows and woes, I 'll be off to write that next hit song, now that my muse is back.



Alright, so it ain't John freggin' Cleese!!!!!

ORIGINAL: cjlinus

Well I wasn't going to tell you all this, but to be honest, we had no Portastudio. We used a Realistic 8 track casset and a Mr. Microphone. My mom would gather up the whole bunch of us and send us to the nice folks at Techno Phobe Inc. Where we would all be forced down into the mines or over to the shirt factory where they would make us whistle and sing for the soundtrack of Mickey cartoons, I still shudder every time I see a picture of a dwarf. Then at the end of our 10 year contract all 867.6 of us kids would be sent home where our dad would be waiting to beat us senseless with the rolled up newspaper reviews of the soundtracks. Now what really made it bad was the fact the the whole time, that Jackson family next door kept getting all the credit for tunes we had made up as mom made us practice for the next 10 year contract. Well I can't illiterate as well as others but I think you get the idea that it was a grim place to be. I had just posted the bit about the Portastudio because I like to pretend that I'd had a happy childhood.

Thanks guys for the bringing up old sorrows and woes, I 'll be off to write that next hit song, now that my muse is back.



Alright, so it ain't John freggin' Cleese!!!!!

Here's a bump you just cannot refuse.

Bump for fun!!

ORIGINAL: cjlinus

Bump for fun!!

Bumpy road CJ?

I feel a bit of C&W coming on................. yeeeee hah