Come! Hear! Uncle John's Bandwidth
Jul. 9th, 2004 12:09 amThe semi-mythical Fry's Electronics opened a store in Downers Grove last week and, what with grand opening specials and all, we wound up with a new 25-inch TV set. Spent some time tonight hooking it up.
I fed it a DVD borrowed from the library to shake it down. A Dead concert. Familiar tunes, like "Playing in the Band," are comfort food, and others I haven't heard them perform, like "Desolation Row," are a treat.
(Wow, just looked at the title. Downhill from Here, Alpine Valley, 1989. I'd bet anything Meg was in the audience for this. It tickled me when my little sister turned out to be a Deadhead, just as I was leaving my own college days behind. She would have liked watching this. I miss her. Wonder if I could freeze-frame and spot her...?)
It's now dawning on me that almost all the DVDs I've seen are derived from film. I have very little exposure to (for want of a better phrase) video DVDs. Whether it's the faster frame rate, the high resolution of DVD pixels, or just having a nice new CRT, this disk has an immediacy to it that's a bit startling.
It's like having the head and shoulders of Jerry Garcia-- lit in pink-- in a big aquarium in your living room. Which is unsettling, but not necessarily unpleasant.
I fed it a DVD borrowed from the library to shake it down. A Dead concert. Familiar tunes, like "Playing in the Band," are comfort food, and others I haven't heard them perform, like "Desolation Row," are a treat.
(Wow, just looked at the title. Downhill from Here, Alpine Valley, 1989. I'd bet anything Meg was in the audience for this. It tickled me when my little sister turned out to be a Deadhead, just as I was leaving my own college days behind. She would have liked watching this. I miss her. Wonder if I could freeze-frame and spot her...?)
It's now dawning on me that almost all the DVDs I've seen are derived from film. I have very little exposure to (for want of a better phrase) video DVDs. Whether it's the faster frame rate, the high resolution of DVD pixels, or just having a nice new CRT, this disk has an immediacy to it that's a bit startling.
It's like having the head and shoulders of Jerry Garcia-- lit in pink-- in a big aquarium in your living room. Which is unsettling, but not necessarily unpleasant.