I’ve never been so domestic as during the last three days: baking, baking, baking, all day long, reel after reel of tape. My fruit dehydrator/jerky maker lets me cook five at a time. Once it’s back at room temperature, I dub the tape from my Otari directly to my computer.
What shall I serve you today? Here’s one that amused me last night when I found it, a short feature about a wine-tasting competition. During the event I remember partaking excessively of the product in question. Very unprofessional. The piece aired on All Things Considered in around 1984, methinks.
“flabby…” “…flabby?”
Did they sing dirty songs involving the Queen mother that evening at the pub?