When I was a kid growing up in the 1970s our ginormous Magnavox console living room stereo was the center of my after school universe. In addition to my ever-growing collection of jazz LPs, a great deal of my time was spent listening to comedy records my parents had bought in the 1960s. The usuals were all there–Allan Sherman, Bob Newhart, Mel Brooks and Carl Reiner etc. (There was also a Pat Cooper LP which I didn’t really understand. Frankly I still don’t understand Pat Cooper). Buried amidst these treasures was the above album of sound effects. It’s actually more than just sound effects–it’s a sort of narrated tour of different audio sensations–music, voices, machines, frequencies etc. For awhile this was all I listened to. Why? I haven’t a clue. Perhaps the idea of seperating sounds that one usually heard in person or in movies and giving them their own odd space was what I was so taken with. If so, that was a very pre-pothead kind of response to a very pothead kind of fascination. Above is side one. I make no great claims for this–time has rendered it even sillier than it was when it (and I) was ten years old in the roaring ’70s. Nonetheless it’s a novel and amusing way not to watch the news while eating lunch or dinner…