This one goes back a few years, like to Ubon RTAFB during the Southeast Asia War Games of the late 60's early 70's.
Ubon had an audio hobby shop where we could go in sign out a booth with a record player and tape recorder and tape our favorite music. They even had a fairly robust record collection for us to borrow from.
All the turntables had ceramic cartridges for the needle pickups.
Right across the street from the hobby shop was the base MARS station. Not sure what frequencies they were running, but they tended only to transmit after dark (either the operators worked days or the better night time propogation).
As we were so close to the transmitter, any time they keyed up, the transmission would be picked up by the ceramic cartridge and carried onto the tape. I don't know how many times I tried to record "Alice's Resturant" only to have the MARS station key up and put the VU meters on the recorder well past the red.
You could always tell when they transmitted. Even if you were waiting for a booth to open. Everyone would (almost in unison) pull up the tone arm, turn off the recorder, say some variation of the same not for prime time words, rewind the tape, and start over.
Ubon had an audio hobby shop where we could go in sign out a booth with a record player and tape recorder and tape our favorite music. They even had a fairly robust record collection for us to borrow from.
All the turntables had ceramic cartridges for the needle pickups.
Right across the street from the hobby shop was the base MARS station. Not sure what frequencies they were running, but they tended only to transmit after dark (either the operators worked days or the better night time propogation).
As we were so close to the transmitter, any time they keyed up, the transmission would be picked up by the ceramic cartridge and carried onto the tape. I don't know how many times I tried to record "Alice's Resturant" only to have the MARS station key up and put the VU meters on the recorder well past the red.
You could always tell when they transmitted. Even if you were waiting for a booth to open. Everyone would (almost in unison) pull up the tone arm, turn off the recorder, say some variation of the same not for prime time words, rewind the tape, and start over.
