Plus with digital you never have the film getting stuck and melting - always a treat to witness!
I was an usher and witnessed it once at the end of the credits. I radioed into box, as we called it, that the film was melting on screen. Next thing I hear feet pounding from the projection room and the light shone on the screen became dimmer and the burnt corona of the film disappeared from view.
To clarify these machines were platter fed so no changing reels. The dowser was used to light the bulb while the leader was still running through but not to be on-screen.
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What I mean is this is my memory of the cinema and what I enjoyed. Digital achieves "Perfection" but in a way which is lifeless for film. From the point of view of a projectionist every machine had it's own quirks when running a film. I used to run 7 machines in one cinema and once you got to know the tone of the place you would often hear something starting to go wrong before seeing it. A click that shouldn't be there or a platter sounding rough as you laced a film up. The work was interesting in ways that digital never will be. I also prefer some things in electronics to be analogue rather than digital. And no matter the bit rate always remember digital is only ever a close approximation of that colour or that shape it's never perfect. However it may get to a point where the eye can't see the difference and the ear can't hear the difference but it's still only an approximation. I get it I like old tech if that's a crime shoot me.
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For example; maybe for me the perfection of digital reproduction is actually MORE haunting than an "alive" 35mm version.
I choose that example in particular because LZ IV is one of the first albums I ever heard on vinyl. My dad had an old crate of records and a truly bitchin stereo setup that he let me dig out and set up in my room in my teens. He had told me the story of the first time he heard Stairway (in his friend's basement, on vinyl) and it just seemed like a fitting first run.
I also vividly remember the first time I heard The Yes Album, also on that stereo. The opening bars of Yours Is No Disgrace made an immediate impression on me and I had a burned CD of the album on repeat in my car for the next month.
This post is already way longer than I intended, but my dad's record collection was also how I realized that he had been a stoner as a young man. The various Pink Floyd, King Crimson, and Santana records should have been enough of a hint, but it was when I found his copy of Cheech and Chong's Big Bambu, and a conspicuously missing giant rolling paper, that I had the realization.