After 6 or 7 years of hauling around my first portable VHS video recorder - which required the wearing of a postal issue shoulder satchel to contain all the larger working bits - I chose to make the sensible step over to the world of hand held camcorders. T'was a much easier monster to carry around town and was very similar to using a super 8 camera. Gotta like that.
Unfortunately, most of the footage I seemed to be gathering on video tape after the mid 80s was of the tremendously boring softball variety. I mean... who cares, right? The only thing of value with watching all these bleedin' softball tapes (and there's a ton of them) is the nostalgic kick that can be obtained after successfully remembering the first names of some of these once-upon-a-time team mates. People with whom we used to spend every Wednesday evening in the summer months 20 years ago, but haven't seen or heard from since.
After 6 or 7 years of hauling around my first portable VHS video recorder - which required the wearing of a postal issue shoulder satchel to contain all the larger working bits - I chose to make the sensible step over to the world of hand held camcorders. T'was a much easier monster to carry around town and was very similar to using a super 8 camera. Gotta like that.
Unfortunately, most of the footage I seemed to be gathering on video tape after the mid 80s was of the tremendously boring softball variety. I mean... who cares, right? The only thing of value with watching all these bleedin' softball tapes (and there's a ton of them) is the nostalgic kick that can be obtained after successfully remembering the first names of some of these once-upon-a-time team mates. People with whom we used to spend every Wednesday evening in the summer months 20 years ago, but haven't seen or heard from since.
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