Old School as it is: the" treasures " of Dad's Pirate Chest
Unexpectedly found artifacts of youth, without any doubt, touch the most delicate strings of the soul. Dusty posters found in storerooms and garages, worn-out vinyls or a denim jacket with badges – this is a trip to the past, which may be more valuable than a tour to the Maldives. And it is especially nice if you can show your old things to your offspring, accompanying each exhibit with a short nostalgic story.
One of the regulars of the Pikabu resource, known by the nickname Volkovodec, created a nostalgic post on the site, which collected almost three thousand likes in a day and broke a whole flurry of comments with memories and photos. We give it in full, because in this case, as with the song – you can not throw out a word.
“I came with my wife and a small child for a weekend in my native village. To my parents ' house, where I spent my childhood. A kind of preserved museum of the junction of the 90s and 00s, sorting things in which you can restore a strong piece of culture and everyday life of those times. And now the son caught the eye of a strange object. To be precise this one:
This is difficult to explain, it must be shown. Brushing the stingy old tears from my gray lashes, I opened the cabinet with my treasures. And then... suddenly I remembered that as a child I was quite a creative child. And also strange and, as I already understand from the height of my age, a little bit beaten off. The first thing I picked up:
You remember the sacred law, don't you? I bought one, and everything was rewritten. And I also drew the cover. My tastes, however, were not the most common, which is a living proof:
Yes, there were times when I was a fan of the work of Vadim Stepantsov. Many of you don't even know this. Although it's not about that. So that you understand, I approached copying someone else's intellectual property with knowledge:
Not only was the cover art drawn, but a list of songs was also compiled. Later even record labels began to appear recording studios:
The years passed. The master's hand hardened. Tastes changed…
Just look at the accuracy with which I transferred the original cover to the fake one. For comparison, I attach the original (photo from the Internet):
However, sometimes I stupidly clung to the name of the album and understood it literally:
And if you come up with the idea that only Russian musicians suffered from me, then you are deeply mistaken! I pirated the entire music world:
A little later, blinded by my elusiveness before the law, I reached a new technical level:
And now I'm glad that my copies never fell into the hands of a school psychologist. Because even I don't understand now what some of the covers were supposed to tell the world about the songs recorded on them:
In conclusion, I want to say just this:
Such is the story of a pirate home studio, which was headed by a copyright violator who was beyond the jurisdiction of the years. Do you still have such rarities from the past that you are not ashamed to show to children?
Keywords: 90s | Cassettes | Copies | Youth | Covers | Pirates | Rock