Imagine a guy hauling a double trailer-rig, jacked-up on speed with one hand on the wheel and one in his pants. The CONCEPT is as bad as the vision...but here comes "Spanky" with a big load. Pun reluctantly intended. File these pornographic eight-track tapes under "Cultural detritus" which should have never happened.
Someone is driving at dark and listening to cheap, truck stop smut EIGHT TRACK TAPES!
Online, I find a few sources for information about pornographic eight track tapes. I CAN tell you there were at least 57 in this series, as I have both number 000 and 057 here. Collect them ALL. Local entrepreneurs likely churned them out in seedy neighborhoods along the highway.
These obscurities would fall into the "spoken word" category of recorded sound collecting, but I don't think the fellow who purchased these originally would have alternated the playlist with a stirring speech from Winston Churchill or Robert Frost reading his poetry.
Everyone understands by now that every advance in media is taken over by sex somehow. From the camera to the VCR and beyond. But eight tracks? Don't come knocking if the rig is rocking SOLO.
All three here were decorated by the same artist. I guess "cartoonist" is more appropriate. The scrapheap of popular culture has spit out yet another relic of horror.
Group of X-rated Eight Track Tapes. No date. Circa 1970.
