Hee. A student came to the desk a little bit ago asking for an L2 file he said his instructor had placed on reserve for his class.
Do you think she meant an LP? I ask. I already know the answer; the record in question's been in constant demand all evening.
He maintains she said L2, although he admits he doesn't have a clue what it is.
I hand him the album and point him in the direction of the record player.
This is really old school, he says.
A few minutes later he comes back and asks me to show him how to find the movement he's supposed to listen to.
Two sides to a disk can really throw a modern guy. It's like a totally foreign concept.
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