While moving stuff around in my Star Wars room the other day I realized that I had several different forms of Star Wars audio. I have vinyl records, 8-tracks, cassette tapes and CDs. I finally combined all of them into one single area, a “Star Wars Audio” shelf.
I used to really enjoy those Star Wars audio books in which voice actors and a narrator relayed a story relating to the Star Wars universe. In Ewoks Join the Fight, which you can see above, you can relive that epic battle in which a bunch of small teddy bears helped the Rebel Alliance crush the Empire on Endor in 45 RPM.
And if you would rather dance, well, there’s always Meco.
I’m just going to leave this little video here for you all, just in case you have either a longing to hear the iconic John Williams Superman theme, or a desire to watch a record spinning at 45 revolutions per minute. Hell, this video has you covered if you want to do both at the same time, it’s that good!
That first paragraph probably sounds like I’m being sarcastic but, I promise, I’m not. I’d happily listen to the whole movie soundtrack in this way.
This time of year makes me nostalgic for vinyl records. Back when I was a kid, my mom always had music playing in our living room during the holiday season — sometimes we listened to the radio, but more often than not she would pull out her favorite records and play them on the living room stereo while we were in the house. Sometimes it was Christmas music but sometimes it wasn’t. Whatever it was, it was always family friendly and my sister and I enjoyed it. I’ve always associated listening to records with happy times and being around family.
I spent some time the other evening organizing my record collection. It’s very small — somewhere around 60 records or so — but it’s pretty specific in nature. I enjoy records that remind me of my childhood, and most of the ones I own do that in one way or another. I can’t think of much that reminds me of my childhood more than the Muppets and Sesame Street, which is why I picked these up throughout the years. Some of them like the movie soundtracks have since been released on CD, but many of them have not nor is it likely they ever will be released digitally.
I have always enjoyed the act of putting a record on the turntable and listening to it. It feels so… intentional, I suppose, when compared to simply having music on in the background of your car or blaring from a television in the next room.
Movin’ right along, Fozzy.
I briefly worked with a guy named “James Brown.” Every time someone would page him over the intercom, everybody would yell “God God Y’all!” and do a little dance. It never got old.
I highly doubt that the Kenny Baker that recorded this album is the same one we all know as the man inside R2-D2, but it would be awesome if it were. I can hear the chorus now: “Teach me to love, beep-boop-boop-beep, OH teach me to love, beep-beep-boop-beeeeeeeeeeeeep!”
I found this in a local thrift store for only a buck and couldn’t pass it up. Although I do listen to vinyl records and often convert them to mp3s so I can listen to them in the car, I have to admit I bought this one at least as much for the artwork as I did for the record itself. I love the detail of the spaceship and of the lights below of the landing strip.
If there’s one thing that attracted aliens in the 1970s, it was air brushing.
Despite what they showed in the movie, there is no landing strip at the top of Devil’s Tower. Trust me. I checked.