Recently, we gave a cry: asked to tell about your first player. You have sent dozens of wonderful stories – funny, sad and sometimes even scary. But always touching. We could not fit them into one publication, so we divided them into three parts. Today is the first issue: three and a half stories. Why a half? The answer is at the very end.
For the first time, a real cassette player was seen by a school mate – in 1986, his father brought the Soviet “Electronics” from Moscow. A real miracle! The player seemed to me quite small. It’s no joke, you could hang it on your belt and walk while listening to your favorite music. Only six batteries and headphones. Unheard of freedom! Unfortunately, the price of this miracle was great. And he did not sell in our city.
I did not even try to ask for "Electronics" from my parents. Why ask for something that you still won't have?
Then many years passed, perestroika died down, I served in the army. Domestic players have already been sold, but they did not please me: bulky boxes with an angular design, gnawing batteries as abnormal, made of ugly plastic and with inscriptions in coarse print. The sound quality also did not cause delight: at home there were homemade speakers and an amplifier, a Vega turntable, a half-made homemade cassette remade by Mayak-231. I was already beginning to understand the sound … well, or it seemed so simple to me.
Imported models were also there, but they were worth a few salaries … One evening of 1990, I drove into the mall. Pay nicely warmed pocket. In the electronics department, I noticed an atypically long line. About 30-40 people, mostly boys and men. He went to the last one and asked: “And what do they give, my friend?” The guy turned his head: “Why, the Chinese players brought it – they say good ones. Probably need to take . I immediately got in line, not even seeing the goods. Then he waited until they took me, and ran closer to the counter to see the shop window.
I liked the cassette immediately! It was an elegant device of shiny black plastic, compact. It was powered by only two AA batteries and had an auto reverse which I didn’t even see in action.
This miracle cost 150 rubles. I had 180 – the whole salary. But at home there were some savings, so that starvation was not threatening. Therefore, the thought shot in my brain: “We must take it!” At that time, such decisions had to be made very quickly – a second chance might not have fallen out. I think, in about an hour and a half, the whole party was swept away. They sold each piece in one hand, it was so accepted in decent stores.
In the next recording department bought a cassette – it seems, the group "Cinema". In another department took the batteries. I was driving home by a completely different person. Wearing headphones and turning on Mouzon, he stood by the window on the bus, looking down on other passengers. Probably the same person looked like he was talking on a cell phone at the dawn of his appearance.
At home, I carefully considered the device. He had two pressure rollers and two captors, and the head was on four tracks at once! When I clicked on the autoreverse mechanical pin, one roller was retracted from the capstan – the tape was pressed by another roller to the opposite capstan. At the same time, the tape moved in the opposite direction, and the head read music from other tracks.
It was a complex and sophisticated device that fully justified its price. But the name was not memorable.
As I understand it now, the gadget was produced under the license and drawings of some Japanese company. At that time, China did not know how to create such complex things. But he already learned to copy them. The same model of the famous brand was worth several times more expensive.
This player has lived with me a happy life for about a year, completely without losing gloss. The batteries were enough for five tapes, if you listen to them completely and do not abuse rewind. I blew dust from it, rubbed the head and pinch rollers. Sometimes he allowed himself to fall asleep in the headphones, but no more.
About a year later, I had other — computer — interests, a need for money, and I sold my treasure by an ad in the newspaper, practically losing nothing in price. After him, I bought other devices: a few years later I took the Japanese Akai with a digital tuner, which in six months I lost on the bus. Then there were a few more Sony players. But the first always remains the first. And looking at the tapes, I often remember him with a warm word.
In the late nineties, I was walking home from work in the dark autumn courtyards, listening to the recently released Splin album on my Panasonic RQ P35. And on the song “God is tired of loving us,” a guy came up to me – I thought to shoot a cigarette. But the stranger had a knife in his hand and was obviously not going to cut the sausage. I didn’t have money with me at that time, my salary was delayed, which I informed him about.
Apparently, the stranger is angry – I flew a knife in the abdomen.
But! Then, in the hospital, I was told that everything could have been much worse if it had not been for the player who was on the impact trajectory. Gadget to scrap, on the belly a bunch of stitches. I still love Panasonic, but “Spleen” didn’t like it a bit.
Good day! Memories flooded, I wanted to share my story. I purchased the first cassette player at the beginning of the 2000s when I was studying at a railway technical school. I saved money for scholarships, bought a newspaper ad and started to choose … As a result, I stopped at Sony Walkman – I don’t remember the version for sure, I’d just note that it cost much less than other offers. Having counted the cash, I realized that this was my option, and in the evening I met with the seller.
The first thing that shocked me was that the player turned out to be gigantic. Large, rectangular, thick good three or four centimeters. It still had a receiver with a mechanical frequency wheel.
I was already thinking of giving up, but decided to listen to this box. He put some tape and realized that the sound is not squeaky, not squealing, not somewhere far away, but right in the head itself, clean and soft … The next day I went with him on techie.
At that time, in our techie, many people flaunted players, and since people had little money, they bought mostly Chinese rattles from the market. It looks shiny, glossy and compact, so at first they laughed at my device. With phrases in the spirit of "how do you wear it, the pocket does not tear?" And "grandfather, I suppose, even yours went with him . " But all the subring instantly stopped when I gave to listen to my gadget. Soon, a queue of those wishing to drive a day or two with my “box” began to line up. The size no longer confused anyone.
Many years later I disassembled the device. It turned out that it was made in Japan in 1984. That is, the player is two years older than me.
This is the first. Appreciate the lapidary syllable and the author's ability to omit minor details: "Yes, I just bought Sanyo and a cassette at the transition . "
Go ahead. Our reader wisely decided that the details are useless, but he understood that it was impossible not to share emotions. As a result, it turned out like this: “In 1997, I bought a player called Sony, and it was cool . ”
Well, the final. That is why we all gathered here. One day, old Hemingway argued that he could write a story that touches anyone. As a result, he composed the text in one sentence. But the talent and tragedy of the American classic does not go to any comparison with this piercing masterpiece. Here he is:
I did not have a player.
I wrote down Bozhko Ilya