Circa 1940. OMG I had no idea - I mean, I knew records started with a master disc from which copies were pressed . . . but all those acids and chemicals and metals and intricate hand labor . . . wow. Could Americans make anything today that required this much work, I wonder?
Take a gander at this little film, boys, and you'll be amazed too, I think. For several reasons.
THANK YOU, TEAM BLUE - YOU DID YOUR BEST FOR AMERICA
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3 comments:
Fascinating
Yes fascinating...especially in view of the fact that you can now download an entire album in seconds, transfer it to a flash drive and play it in your car ... within minutes.
Yup . . . and one day it struck me, I have bought songs online, but there is no "thing" that contains them . . . they have no physical existence, like a record, that I can touch anymore. Now that was a very strange realization.
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