One of the downsides about doing radio at a college station is finding anything at all. Bob Seger was NOT to be found in the Rock CDs. Nor was it to be found in the hundred thousand pieces of vinyl. “Seger”? No. “Bob”? No. “Silver Bullet Band”? No. (I was looking for "K-K-K-Katmandu", if you must know.)
One of the upsides about doing radio at a college station is finding anything at all - as in the oddest things imaginable. As in - Sounds of Sanford. As in - a full album of a 1962 evening of drag racing in Sanford, Maine.
Why? I don’t really know. Think about it. Someone took the time to set up a “Presto 800 2 channel stereophonic tape recorder” and a “Neumen (Telefunken) U48a Condenser microphone” to record…a drag race.
So they could make an album.
And someone bought it.
I understand that “fun” meant something different in 1962, especially in Sanford, Maine, but how much utility can you get from a record of drag races? I admit that I know little about cars and not terribly much about women but (except in rare occasions) I doubt you'll get to first base asking a girl to come over to listen to Sounds of Sanford. Still, every pot has a lid.
After I played side one, a blind gentlemen called me up to talk about it. I know he was blind because it was the third thing out of his mouth. “Those cars were pretty darn slow, it sounded like,” he told me, and then proceeded to analyze everything he heard and the conclusions he drew from it, most of which went over my head. He told me that he really wanted his grandson to hear the album and if there was a CD of it.
"Um. No. There’s not," I told him, "but you could download it in an hour or two."
"Got no use for computers," he said pleasantly, "but thanks anyway."