My Pink Floyd Animals CD skips, and other observations on a hot winter night

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House to myself (kind of) and decide to fire up some Animals at just under 200 db. That’s the way I roll. Deal with it! :smiley:

Damn disc has a defect and is seriously cockblocking the enjoyment. Plays for a few minutes, stops suddenly, then takes off again a few seconds down the track. Sounds like a needle getting dragged across a record. The Suck!

Also, having 4 little dogs in the mudroom (back room attached to the laundry room) that are not allowed in the house proper, really, really,* really* do not appreciate the sound of other strange dogs barking from inside the house.

I started a fucking dog riot in that back room. They whipped up such a stink I had to light up a double stick of Nag Champa.

Fuck it! I just bought myself a new remastered copy of Dark Side for christmas. I’m playing that! Lets see what the dogs think of alarm clocks.

Wish you were here.*

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Knew of a chihuahua that would look for the other dogs when something like a nature show was on, it always was suspicious of the space behind the TV.

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What you have there is a Floydian Skip.

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Nice! :smiley:

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Try another player.

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:D:D:D
I’ve taken the precaution of only having *Animals *on vinyl LP. No, I’m not some sort of hipster. Just old.

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When I played Ummagumma on my dad’s '70s stereo with the huge Altec speakers, our cat started prowling around the speakers, looking for the birds during “Grantchester Meadows.”

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I sympathize. For some reason, when I play Dark Side of the Moon there’s a two-second pause between tracks. Grr. It’s like cutting up an opera.

My cat is also very interested in watching television. Whenever there are bird noises, she runs over and stalks the TV.

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And now The Rest of The Story

Between the uproar from the Dogs and the skipping CD, I felt like I was getting Brain Damage. I switched discs and fed the dogs their food, which they gobbled down like Pigs. When they were done, I turned them Free Four a while to Run Like Hell in the back yard.

Some peace restored, I sat down with a beer and surfed the net for a while. I quickly developed a case of Young Lust! I had a Gilmore in my eye and needed to Roger the wife! Problem was, she wasn’t home. I gave her a call. The kid answered. I told him I wanted to speak to his Mother. She answered with, “Hey You!”. I said, “Speak To Me. Are you going to Bring the Boy Back Home?”

She explained that she couldn’t talk because she already had left and was driving. She said she was a little south of Mason. (Really!)

I knew that was over an hour away, so I just had to grin and Barrett.

About an hour later, she made The Final Cut-off, then took a right on David (I’m not making this up), only stopping to open the Gates. On the way to the house, she tossed some hay to her Sheep. Since it was already dark, cold and late, their Waters would have to wait till morning. She made it in the Nick of Time and everything turned out all Wright.

Of course, if I had as much Money as Time, I would leave this place and the Animals behind for someplace nice, like St. Tropez.

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All that, and you couldn’t work in “Several Species of Small Furry Animals…” - ?

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One Of These Days.

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Fantastic pun AND great username/post combo! Impressive.

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You seem stressed; remember to Breathe–you don’t want to end up in The Great Gig in the Sky.

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Stop. Have a Cigar.

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With a Fat Old Sun shining overhead, just like the Summer of '68.

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Until the Eclipse, that is.

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Too many floyd puns. I’m leaving before it becomes a free four all.

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On The Run, are you?

Gato? Gato, are you there? Speak To Me.

(I’m done.)

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What? You think Nobody’s Home? I’m here, In the Flesh.

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Remember that dogs have much more sensitive hearing than we do. Loud music will be like torture to them.