1986 you say... you still play?
The Hague you say. You have seen the world. It's the Hengelo cul de sac that keeps throwing me.
Speeding up, slowing down just to fit on a disc going round and round and round? No, I can well see that you don't like to cheat.
As luck would have it....and day 5 will reveal more. You turn out to be just the man - once again - I need for another missing detail in "the book" (There Comes A Time.....etc.etc.etc wait for Day 5). Foley artist is not quite the word I am looking for, but we are going in the right direction. What kind of equipment does a basement producer of video and records need... I mean how large would this studio have to be to put things out of an A quality and the way it's meant to be (rustic is not the word, but that's what it must sound like to the new kids - so how much "fancy stuff" would one really need?). More on what language I am exactly looking for at a later date, if we can keep this in the fridge. Ice sounds so cold.

The only one who needs to do any catching up is moi. I keep on struggling with my obssession with understanding fail-safes/relays. It is central to the same godforsaken "book". No let's be fair, it is stuffed with what the gods forsook. The fridge is starting to have trouble closing its door.

You are not short on intuition, that's the main thing. Many a wiper and flush wood pannel will testify.

I urge you fervently to remain in battle dress! I'll peek through the vizer.

P.S.
Head still spinning from watching that record go round, it strikes me how for a sphere of 25.000 miles in circumference, sin embargo, el mundo queda, siempre, siempre, un pañuelo,