I saw This is Spinal Tap (1984) on the big screen a few weeks ago, and I can’t get the soundtrack out of my head. I love this film—I wrote my History senior seminar paper about the film back in Fall 2005—
I saw This is Spinal Tap (1984) on the big screen a few weeks ago, and I can’t get the soundtrack out of my head. I love this film—I wrote my History senior seminar paper about the film back in Fall 2005—
Apparently, yours portly has MP3 players strewn about—well, at least two. I’m wondering if I might stumble into a third. At one point, I had an MP3 player with a whopping 64 MB of storage space. I have no idea where that one is now, but I remember listening to it on repeat my freshman year of college to drown out the sound of reruns of The Golden Girls that my roommate would listen to to fall asleep at night (he also recited the dialogue in his sleep). I could squeeze maybe eighteen songs on there, depending on the bit-rate of the MP3s, and I would periodically trade songs out for new ones.
But I digress. Here are some recent pieces on the two MP3 players I do have in my possession (and which I am selling—here and here):
Happy Sunday!
—TPP
Other Lazy Sunday Installments:
I’m back with more ancient alien technology. This one is a bit interesting in our world of endless streaming—an old MP3 player (I’m selling it on eBay, by the way):

This device is a SanDisk Sansa c250, which boasted a whopping two gigabytes of flash storage. To put that into perspective, my very first MP3 player—which I received for my eighteenth birthday in 2003—had a mere 64 megabytes of storage. In high school, a friend of mine had an MP3 player that sported an actual hard drive, and he kept it in his truck to play tunes; it was too big to carry around regularly!
This Sansa c250 likely came out when the iPod was getting going, and was a non-Apple competitor. The music industry in the early 2000s was still trying to figure out how to monetize the digitization of music, and I know for a fact a number of the tunes on this device were rips from CDs or recordings I’d made using crude digital methods. I know for a fact I owned the CD the song in the picture comes from, and I believe I still do.
But it was a golden and/or dark age of intellectual theft and copyright infringement, depending on one’s perspective, and these devices were quite popular for listening to music on-the-go without the need for a bulky Disc Man.