We’re Not Gonna Take It

Link to today’s strip.

Oh joy, it’s Dinkle again.  While Mort’s open rebellion against Dinkle’s iron rule is certainly welcome, it doesn’t mitigate the fact that we’re dealing with Dinkle.*

I guess back in 1972, recording an album was probably prohibitively expensive for a small ensemble.   Nowadays, even the cheapest laptop can do so (provided it comes with a CD/DVD drive–which is actually becoming scarce on a lot of computers).   Most laptops come with a microphone, and software is included on both Windows and Mac systems to record audio and burn it to CD.  That’s all you need if you want to get a “live” sounding recording, which is what I suspect Dinkle is after.  Oh, and you’ll need a blank CD.  Which are pretty much available everywhere–I’ve seen them for sale in grocery stores.

Now, if you want to record separate instruments and add effects, that’s going to cost money, right?  Eh, depends.  Nice mixers with built-in effects can be pretty inexpensive, and as for software, well, there’s Audacity which comes with a hefty price tag of “free.”   Oh, Audacity has a definite learning curve, but what are these old people going to do with their time anyway?  If it gets too tough, have them smoke some cigarettes until their brains engage again.   I’ve used Audacity extensively for my own animations and after a while, it’s pretty easy.

I’ve gone on at length about recording because I’m trying to ignore the “storyline” on display here.  This was a stupid idea when it was first introduced and it hasn’t improved since.   I don’t have a problem with the Bedside Manor band itself; I actually think it’s a great idea to get old people engaged in an activity like this.  But now that the strip is all wish-fulfillment all the time, I’m going to guess that this arc will conclude with the CD being a runaway best-seller and Dinkle being offered the presidency of Columbia Records or some damned thing.

Or, more likely, it’ll be dropped and next Sunday will be Funky and Les jogging.  Get to the 50th anniversary, but don’t unmoor too many of those boats on the way.

* That should be the album title, “Dealing with Dinkle.”  Tragedy and unflinching fate in three words.

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17 responses to “We’re Not Gonna Take It

  1. Epicus Doomus

    Poor, poor Beckoning Chasm…TWO weeks of Herr Dinkle. It’s like he…he…he KNEW, you know? Anyhow we’re back at ol’ Bedside Manor, where Morty Winkerbean’s astounding recovery continues unabated as he lives out every Westviewian’s second* most cherished fantasy…telling the idiot band director to cram his awful shitty candy up his useless ass.

    “Record a CD”…LOL. Sure Tom, maybe they’ll release it on cassette too. Now I’m no recording engineer or anything but here in 2017 I’m fairly certain that any dumbbell with a few hundred bucks to spend on blank CDs, CD cases and printer ink can “record a CD”. I mean nowadays “one-man avant-garde black metal project” is an entire genre unto itself, just full of weirdos who “recorded their CD” in their parent’s garage. If they can do it surely the Great Music Scholar can pull it off too.

    *(The funeral director slamming Les’ coffin lid shut)

  2. DOlz

    Another entry on the inexhaustible list of things TB knows nothing about and can’t be bothered to research.

  3. erdmann

    It will be revealed that Mort is just in a foul mood because he hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in weeks. Dinkle will save the day by getting Bedside Manor to replace all its crummy old mattresses with new ones purchased from the Marching Scapegoats. Mort will get to sleep, the band will get its new uniforms and Dinkle will travel to the mattress factory to collect his award for being the greatest band mattress salesman ever. Oh, and the CD will go double platinum and win six Grammy awards.

  4. bobanero

    I smell a kickstarter.

  5. Gerard Plourde

    “the strip is all wish-fulfillment all the time”

    Truer words were never spoken. It appears that the sole purpose of the strip ihas morphed into fulfillling the author’s childhood fantasies.

  6. billytheskink

    Dinkle doesn’t really care about recording this CD, he just wants some more awards from that Belgian candy company. If TB is consistent on one thing, it’s that Dinkle is all about Dinkle.

  7. spacemanspiff85

    Dinkle is like canonically the “World’s Greatest Band Director”, right? And he’s always going to those music educators conferences, even though he’s not a music educator anymore. I find it incredibly hard to believe he can’t find someone who’d record the CD for free, as a favor or courtesy. Especially given that it’s a nursing home band, that’s got “feature story on NPR” written all over it.

  8. ian'sdrunkenbeard

    “Blow it out your ass, you autocratic old bastard! We ain’t sellin’ no damn candy! And we’re done playing that Barry Manilow crap. I’ve got some J J Johnson charts we’re gonna work through, and Mildred arranged some Zoot Sims for us. From now on we’re going to wail! The jazz express is leaving the station, and you ain’t on it, Clyde!”

  9. As always, what looks like Dinkle finally getting him some long-overdue humility is just going to end up becoming another improbable victory that does nothing to reduce his swollen ego. My guess is that we’re going to get a stupid pep talk about how of course people love having random strangers on their porches selling insane crap.

  10. Double Sided Scooby Snack

    “We’re not going to do it.”

    “Because, as nursing home patients who are too physically or mentally infirm to care for yourselves, it’s sadistic and insane to ask you to go door to door in the community, hawking candy?”

    “No. Because we want to sell box springs. Here, Rastus, grab the other end of this. We’re gonna go sell it!”

  11. comicbookharriet

    Calling it. The elderly band members’ progeny, after seeing their aged parents forced door to door to selling candy, have uncovered the fraud being pulled by some vanity press scam artist preying on out of touch musicians who still think making a CD is expensive. They already printed the cheap CD’s themselves.

    • batgirl

      If only! Karen Moy could handle that level of plotting, but TB, no, he is way beyond actual plot of any kind and right into absurdist theatre.

      • comicbookharriet

        Can we get a shot of Dinkle peering through a door in aghast horror like Wilbur this week? That would redeem a lot.

  12. Rusty Shackleford

    Crankshaft: Why is it that everyone shown running in a Batty strip always looks miserable? These people look they are ready to drop—save for Les, who doesn’t even break a sweat.

    It’s been unusually warm in Ohio this week and I’ve seen lots of runners on the trails. All have been happy and friendly. If you don’t like running (I hate it), then do something else like hike or bike.