Cool stuff, Leo
These 8-tracks were the portables of the day.
My family would travel cross-country and listen to the same dozen or so tapes.
My faves boiled down to a select few. And in my single-digit sized frame, tastes ranged from Ann Murray (Canadian songstress of the times), Elvis (natch!), The Carpenters (with the loveliest voice ever) and Homer and Jethro's comedy schtick on a tape that has long gone.
Yeah, listening to the same tapes made you appreciate em, sure, but I distinctly recall - as one of the earliest memories from my nacent childhood - the parental words "Not again!" in reference to some or all of these.
But..but...they were glorious! Even though the odd ex...
...perience of pause-break anticipations within songs themselves was uniquely both satisfying and distinctly unsatisfying at once.
Yeah, one of those Elvis songs had a break which always seemed to me as if the King was momentarily sailing away from sight and sound into a blinding sunset, only to have his melodious voice emerge from the other side of the ocean. Like Fergo, this tune is forever associated with that experience. Luckily for me, this information has been set aside for more vital tidbits in today's modern tape-free era.
Also, my home-based 8-track player in my teens had a Record button.
Its capabilities were sub-par, but it *did* record my tuneless twangs when my cheap guitar was plugged directly into its mic jack.
I recorded lots of useless stuf.
Luckily for me, this old information has also been set aside in brain area, possibly for modern lolcat video content appreciation.
That one where it plays the piano is now stuck in my head.
A pause-break would be nice in this case.