RIP
Yes I think. The main thing I remember about the place was a huge life sized "nipper" statue in the reception area.
As kid I remember my dad bringing home lacquers. Sometimes he would cut short takes like music from popular TV shows that we kids found entertaining to play on the record player. I recall years ago coming across a lacquer outtake of Toscanini cursing out some symphony orchestra when they blew a take. I lost track of that years ago and suspect someone might have been interested it. Despite a rigorous search I never found it. As kids we would use the old lacquer discs like frisbees to throw around the yard. I suspect the aluminum discs could do some real damage if one of us got hit.
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I joke that my mother and father were way cooler than me. My dad recorded talent like Harry Belafonte, and Perry Como for RCA records. I recall a case of wine under the family Christmas tree, a gift from Perry Como.
In the 1930s my dad was sent over to England to do sound for the film recording of King Edward's coronation.
My mom was a red neck farm girl from NC who modeled naked for a mannequin maker in NYC. Dad was a radio ham and played drums in a jazz band (nothing serious, I recall seeing YMCA gigs noted on his old drum head).
My father left behind a stash of RCA open reel recordings, lots of classical music, mostly mono.
Things change...
JR