Vintage
Posted: 06 Aug 2019 00:45
Some member of this forum has reminded me tonight, listening to one of his contributions (magnificent by the way) those recordings that I now come to call vintage, that is, those recordings that at times, perhaps not as past tenses (or yes, depend on as you look at it), we performed with scarce means, suffering more than enjoying, splicing audios due to insufficient memory, whose result is not that it was bad, is that it simply did not give more of itself. They were recordings full of difficulties, of nerves, of a thousand uncertainties, which, however, finished represented a whole and a reason for healthy pride. What times those, my God ... Well, this audio that I now share with all of you is part of that (fortunately) extinct species.
He was returning from a trajabo trip, almost after having had to cross the country from end to end. Too many kilometers behind me and a tiredness that advised me, although I was not already too far from my city, to stop along the road and rest, even for a few hours, to resume the route the next day. I stopped my car at a roadside motel. Not that it looked very nice or new, but I urgently needed a shower and stretching my body on a bed or something like it.
The motel rooms were arranged in a row, like species of bungalows (the same I am too generous with that term). The construction was of course simple, with a sparse partition and no soundproofing. At that time I did not think of anything other than resting, recovering strength and arriving the next day at my destination. Nothing else.
When I arrived at my accommodation, the first thing I did, the most necessary thing, was to take a shower, which I relax. Already under the water I seemed to hear voices on the other side, but I didn't give it much importance. After a few minutes, already neat, if I could appreciate with some clarity what seemed the beginning of some love games, with laughter in between. I dressed poorly just to go outside and be able to capture something more clearly. I was lucky that there was a kind of shutter that was ideal for my purpose.
I had to use two devices and then make a small splice in the files obtained, but then it was worth the work and I think now too.
I could not see the couple, really a disgrace, but later I enjoyed listening to what they had given me so generously on that night of fatigue.
He was returning from a trajabo trip, almost after having had to cross the country from end to end. Too many kilometers behind me and a tiredness that advised me, although I was not already too far from my city, to stop along the road and rest, even for a few hours, to resume the route the next day. I stopped my car at a roadside motel. Not that it looked very nice or new, but I urgently needed a shower and stretching my body on a bed or something like it.
The motel rooms were arranged in a row, like species of bungalows (the same I am too generous with that term). The construction was of course simple, with a sparse partition and no soundproofing. At that time I did not think of anything other than resting, recovering strength and arriving the next day at my destination. Nothing else.
When I arrived at my accommodation, the first thing I did, the most necessary thing, was to take a shower, which I relax. Already under the water I seemed to hear voices on the other side, but I didn't give it much importance. After a few minutes, already neat, if I could appreciate with some clarity what seemed the beginning of some love games, with laughter in between. I dressed poorly just to go outside and be able to capture something more clearly. I was lucky that there was a kind of shutter that was ideal for my purpose.
I had to use two devices and then make a small splice in the files obtained, but then it was worth the work and I think now too.
I could not see the couple, really a disgrace, but later I enjoyed listening to what they had given me so generously on that night of fatigue.
