Twas a grey day when they lined up at the small building. One stepped forward and gave their name and some details, and the papers that the doctor had given them and the police had stamped. The clerk gave them another small piece of paper and shut his screen with the title “County Death Recorder”.
P
a device that copies sounds in the near vicinity.
Anonymous
She kept the recorder by her mouth, hitting it on. “I want you to tell me all about it,” she said softly. “Please, tell me what it’s like in your line of work.”
I nodded slightly, sitting up straight as the student watched me warily. “It’s a long road. Long, long. If you can reach the top though…it’s all worth it to accomplish your dream.”
Taylor
recorders- i used to play the recorder in elementary school and I was really upset when they wouldn’t let me be in the recorder quartet that played at special occasions. Now I realize it was probably for the better- they didn’t sound very good, and no body really liked the kids in that group. I hope everyone who was on that team is doing really well. They are all really nice.
Truett
its a device that records anything you have to say without judging or trying to prove you wrong. it has no opinion no ideas no hopes no dreams its just there to listen to you.
cory
The detective turned on the recorder and awaited the confession. The man he believed was a cold blooded killer sat before him cool and collected. As if there were nothing at all remiss.
Elise
Recorder: a musical instrument that I played in the third grade. I always thought I was hot shit playing the recorder because it sounded like a flute, and flutes ruled. Imagine my distress when one, the recorder was not part of 4th grade band and two, when I was assigned the trombone. Trombones are ugly. Recorders are fucking precious. I wish I had taken lessons. I would rock that shit now.
Stephanie Robson
loud annoying sound.
Anonymous
Record. Recorder. Recording. So many things you can record. The sound of the wind blowing through the trees. The soft snoring of a baby. The rustle of leaves. The chirping of a bird. So many things to record and not enough money to buy batteries.
Angela Marcelino
My children had a recorder for school. They loved it, but it would always drive me crazy. They couldn’t play it, because they sucked. But, they had to play it to get better. So, I would have to sit and listen to them blow and blow. And then I would have to take Tylenol to deal with the headache that would soon follow. They never really learned how to play, but they really did enjoy it. I think all of the recorders are gone now. . . or I threw them away. . . or they went to Recorder Heaven. Either way, I don’t have my Recorder Headaches anymore.
Heather
Record sounds. Music. Daily Life. Living sounds. Something we want to re-live. Voices that we love. Wonderful invention.
HeidiS
The studio was closed for some unknown reason, so my clarinet instructor had to come to my house for the lesson. She was an older woman, with brittle red hair and bright outfits, ones with shirts that matched the pants. She looked gaudy in our long, sunny living room, with its understated ivory-on-ivory striped couches and pale pink carpet.
KB
saves things, music life events. It makes me think of the first instrument I have ever used, and how awful I was at using it. Also think of the reed that you use to make the noise. This was in elementary school.
rachael.pawlowski@gmail.com
It was silent apart from the gentle hum of the tape rotating, whirling in its metal and plastic case. They looked at me expectantly, and I knew a confession should be forthcoming. I licked my lips and opened my mouth. My tongue got stuck behind my teeth and I didn’t think it was possible to be quite so dumbfounded.
allison
Each of the leaf people produced a recorder from their rucksacks. In unison they played a haunting melody that rose high above the forest floor.
Leaf Person
recorders are for recording. they record statements, memories, ideas, things of the past. often, one cannot help what a recorder records. the voices of the past are forever caught and played and replayed on recorders. a recorder records the past, and the present.
larry
The recorder is underrated. Perhaps the flute is just overrated. I tried to play that song on the flute, but the stupid Db wouldn’t sound right. Then I tried to play it on the recorder and it came out beautifully, more beautiful than I could ever play on the flute.
ac
Is this recorder on? Sometimes I think others would beleive me if I kept it on all the time.
Verna Williams
i love the way her voice sounds. i love her laugh. i love the way her voice sounds when she is talking to me. and i love her laugh when she is laughing at my jokes. i love the way her voice sounds when she is talking to other people. and i love the way she laughs when she is laughing at other people’s jokes. but mostly i love the way her voice sounds when she is being serious, and i love her laugh when she thinks she is being funny.
Jen
recorder or studio but not the music. he who is left is lost and lost on his own, left to record. what he records will be a living and dying testimate of how well he/she does under the pressures of great white northern lights. i’m being recorded, right now, as we dont speak, as i write.
Anonymous
Recorder. It can express so many different personalities, emotions, and sounds. Someone can play a very soulful piece that comes from the heart, or they can also play a very fun piece that expresses themself.
mia
its an object made to make music, normally taught in school to little kids. not really my kind of instrament, but enjoyed by many people world wide.
music is something anyone can get into, a lot of people enjoy music, even recorders. it’s a high pitched thing, with holes, comes in all different colours, mine was blue when i was at school learning to play it
dan G
she slid the tape into the video recorder… his last words to her… she sat down and pressed the play button, her heart thudding softly.
As he began to speak the pain washed over her consciousness, drowning her in unspeakable sorrow……
jade
She was never very good at the recorder, which made her entirely angry, since she was the principle clarinetist of the New York Philharmonic. At night after concerts, she would lay in bed and think about elementary school, the notes coming out of the recorder screeching and shrill. No matter how well she played her clarinet, the thought of a recorder terrorized her to this very day.
JMDuke
I used to play the rocorder in elementary school. well actually i should not say that “i used to play” the recorder, i merely attempted to play it. We had music class every Friday, and during that time we would practice our recorder. My recorder was white, bone white. I Loved it.
eric
wear am i? what am i doing here in this place? it seems so familiar yet vague without familair face.
Andrea
When I was little I had a blue, red, and yellow tape recorder. Playskool and all cool, I used that baby, with its attached microphone, to record the most important sounds in my day: the audio space under my bed, mom mother’s phone calls to her boyfriends, and my brothers plucking thumbs on his playstation controller.
Lara
I don’t liek being recorded. It sucks. it normally means you’ve done something wrong. the police record your alibi. The stenographer records your court appearance. Cameras record thefts. They record scandals.
CxOrillion
i love recorders. they make me happy. because they record happy stuff. but they also make me sad, because they record sad things. so all in all, they are happy and sad….. like if they break…. then you’re sad… unless someone was using it against you in a malicious way. then it’s good. and it makes you happy. but the other person sad…. so i guess the moral of my story is, you can’t make everyone happy.
xoffcolor@hotmail.com
tapes home videos music roadtripes
marlene
my recorder. it’ gray, compact, with me every where I go. it records the conversations of the popular people, nerds, the losers, all the stereotypes. but, it won’t record my voice. my voice doesn’t work. the world doesn’t know, i’m a mute.
anonymous
i have a recorder to record all of my thoughts its fun and i like to hear my own voice and then i like to record people laughing and their conversations. its the best way to get a laugh when i dont have any to give.
dizzy
good times in elementry school jamin out to mary had a little lamb.
steph
keep that shit down. im blabbing into this shitbox and it keeps what i say. how impressive, INCREDIBLE. is it a tape recorder though? i dont know. do they make other kinds? sometimes i tape record my breath as i catch fish
Joshua Hadley
Once, when I was only about five years old, I saw a man on the sidewalk. He seemed to be homeless, and looked like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. But, he did have one thing;a recorder.
He’d play it all day, and people would tip him generously.
MADSILSLOL
what i record is from one viewpoint. i must expand to all views. to create a world of goodness generosity and giving. my mission: to give more
greg
i never learned my notes when i was in the second grade, and i thought the recorder sounded like a fake instrument for kids even then. i sometimes feel like my only job is to yell b.s. and record the doings and goings on of the bright yellow sons of capitalism.
nicole
To love equally is to question your feelings. Love is flow, whith a high and a low tide
Laurence
She turned on the recorder and began singing her song. When she was done, she listened to it and then took out the tape. She called him up, “It’s done” She said. And then she got abducted by aliens.
Anonymous
She turned on the recorder and began singing her song. When she was done, she listened to it and then took out the tape. She called him up, “It’s done” She said. And then she got abducted by aliens.
Twas a grey day when they lined up at the small building. One stepped forward and gave their name and some details, and the papers that the doctor had given them and the police had stamped. The clerk gave them another small piece of paper and shut his screen with the title “County Death Recorder”.
a device that copies sounds in the near vicinity.
She kept the recorder by her mouth, hitting it on. “I want you to tell me all about it,” she said softly. “Please, tell me what it’s like in your line of work.”
I nodded slightly, sitting up straight as the student watched me warily. “It’s a long road. Long, long. If you can reach the top though…it’s all worth it to accomplish your dream.”
recorders- i used to play the recorder in elementary school and I was really upset when they wouldn’t let me be in the recorder quartet that played at special occasions. Now I realize it was probably for the better- they didn’t sound very good, and no body really liked the kids in that group. I hope everyone who was on that team is doing really well. They are all really nice.
its a device that records anything you have to say without judging or trying to prove you wrong. it has no opinion no ideas no hopes no dreams its just there to listen to you.
The detective turned on the recorder and awaited the confession. The man he believed was a cold blooded killer sat before him cool and collected. As if there were nothing at all remiss.
Recorder: a musical instrument that I played in the third grade. I always thought I was hot shit playing the recorder because it sounded like a flute, and flutes ruled. Imagine my distress when one, the recorder was not part of 4th grade band and two, when I was assigned the trombone. Trombones are ugly. Recorders are fucking precious. I wish I had taken lessons. I would rock that shit now.
loud annoying sound.
Record. Recorder. Recording. So many things you can record. The sound of the wind blowing through the trees. The soft snoring of a baby. The rustle of leaves. The chirping of a bird. So many things to record and not enough money to buy batteries.
My children had a recorder for school. They loved it, but it would always drive me crazy. They couldn’t play it, because they sucked. But, they had to play it to get better. So, I would have to sit and listen to them blow and blow. And then I would have to take Tylenol to deal with the headache that would soon follow. They never really learned how to play, but they really did enjoy it. I think all of the recorders are gone now. . . or I threw them away. . . or they went to Recorder Heaven. Either way, I don’t have my Recorder Headaches anymore.
Record sounds. Music. Daily Life. Living sounds. Something we want to re-live. Voices that we love. Wonderful invention.
The studio was closed for some unknown reason, so my clarinet instructor had to come to my house for the lesson. She was an older woman, with brittle red hair and bright outfits, ones with shirts that matched the pants. She looked gaudy in our long, sunny living room, with its understated ivory-on-ivory striped couches and pale pink carpet.
saves things, music life events. It makes me think of the first instrument I have ever used, and how awful I was at using it. Also think of the reed that you use to make the noise. This was in elementary school.
It was silent apart from the gentle hum of the tape rotating, whirling in its metal and plastic case. They looked at me expectantly, and I knew a confession should be forthcoming. I licked my lips and opened my mouth. My tongue got stuck behind my teeth and I didn’t think it was possible to be quite so dumbfounded.
Each of the leaf people produced a recorder from their rucksacks. In unison they played a haunting melody that rose high above the forest floor.
recorders are for recording. they record statements, memories, ideas, things of the past. often, one cannot help what a recorder records. the voices of the past are forever caught and played and replayed on recorders. a recorder records the past, and the present.
The recorder is underrated. Perhaps the flute is just overrated. I tried to play that song on the flute, but the stupid Db wouldn’t sound right. Then I tried to play it on the recorder and it came out beautifully, more beautiful than I could ever play on the flute.
Is this recorder on? Sometimes I think others would beleive me if I kept it on all the time.
i love the way her voice sounds. i love her laugh. i love the way her voice sounds when she is talking to me. and i love her laugh when she is laughing at my jokes. i love the way her voice sounds when she is talking to other people. and i love the way she laughs when she is laughing at other people’s jokes. but mostly i love the way her voice sounds when she is being serious, and i love her laugh when she thinks she is being funny.
recorder or studio but not the music. he who is left is lost and lost on his own, left to record. what he records will be a living and dying testimate of how well he/she does under the pressures of great white northern lights. i’m being recorded, right now, as we dont speak, as i write.
Recorder. It can express so many different personalities, emotions, and sounds. Someone can play a very soulful piece that comes from the heart, or they can also play a very fun piece that expresses themself.
its an object made to make music, normally taught in school to little kids. not really my kind of instrament, but enjoyed by many people world wide.
music is something anyone can get into, a lot of people enjoy music, even recorders. it’s a high pitched thing, with holes, comes in all different colours, mine was blue when i was at school learning to play it
she slid the tape into the video recorder… his last words to her… she sat down and pressed the play button, her heart thudding softly.
As he began to speak the pain washed over her consciousness, drowning her in unspeakable sorrow……
She was never very good at the recorder, which made her entirely angry, since she was the principle clarinetist of the New York Philharmonic. At night after concerts, she would lay in bed and think about elementary school, the notes coming out of the recorder screeching and shrill. No matter how well she played her clarinet, the thought of a recorder terrorized her to this very day.
I used to play the rocorder in elementary school. well actually i should not say that “i used to play” the recorder, i merely attempted to play it. We had music class every Friday, and during that time we would practice our recorder. My recorder was white, bone white. I Loved it.
wear am i? what am i doing here in this place? it seems so familiar yet vague without familair face.
When I was little I had a blue, red, and yellow tape recorder. Playskool and all cool, I used that baby, with its attached microphone, to record the most important sounds in my day: the audio space under my bed, mom mother’s phone calls to her boyfriends, and my brothers plucking thumbs on his playstation controller.
I don’t liek being recorded. It sucks. it normally means you’ve done something wrong. the police record your alibi. The stenographer records your court appearance. Cameras record thefts. They record scandals.
i love recorders. they make me happy. because they record happy stuff. but they also make me sad, because they record sad things. so all in all, they are happy and sad….. like if they break…. then you’re sad… unless someone was using it against you in a malicious way. then it’s good. and it makes you happy. but the other person sad…. so i guess the moral of my story is, you can’t make everyone happy.
tapes home videos music roadtripes
my recorder. it’ gray, compact, with me every where I go. it records the conversations of the popular people, nerds, the losers, all the stereotypes. but, it won’t record my voice. my voice doesn’t work. the world doesn’t know, i’m a mute.
i have a recorder to record all of my thoughts its fun and i like to hear my own voice and then i like to record people laughing and their conversations. its the best way to get a laugh when i dont have any to give.
good times in elementry school jamin out to mary had a little lamb.
keep that shit down. im blabbing into this shitbox and it keeps what i say. how impressive, INCREDIBLE. is it a tape recorder though? i dont know. do they make other kinds? sometimes i tape record my breath as i catch fish
Once, when I was only about five years old, I saw a man on the sidewalk. He seemed to be homeless, and looked like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. But, he did have one thing;a recorder.
He’d play it all day, and people would tip him generously.
what i record is from one viewpoint. i must expand to all views. to create a world of goodness generosity and giving. my mission: to give more
i never learned my notes when i was in the second grade, and i thought the recorder sounded like a fake instrument for kids even then. i sometimes feel like my only job is to yell b.s. and record the doings and goings on of the bright yellow sons of capitalism.
To love equally is to question your feelings. Love is flow, whith a high and a low tide
She turned on the recorder and began singing her song. When she was done, she listened to it and then took out the tape. She called him up, “It’s done” She said. And then she got abducted by aliens.
She turned on the recorder and began singing her song. When she was done, she listened to it and then took out the tape. She called him up, “It’s done” She said. And then she got abducted by aliens.