Not just the mom-and-pops and laundrymats and shoemakers...but also like three-quarter inch tape and mini-dvs, and high 8s...
Lots of places had transferring services, but uptown or Brooklyn or midtown or... What the heck - Maybe J&D Video Labs up the street was still in business and could do transfers from now ancient materials into present day discs.
"Do we still do...??? Do we still...??? "
I guess with so much disappearing I hadn't expected to hear a live voice at the end of the phone. Especially one with that familiar Brooklyn accent.
The building had the same tiny entrance and the same tinier elevator. And on the fourth floor, the same old floor - a normal floor I now only saw in brief glimpses every other year.
And walking into J&D... well... it felt like the same, even after 15 years.
That business had been in business since 1966. Joe had started it with his dad. Now his son was there. Every New York filmmaker had graced their door. Many still did.
"Come on back, lemme show you what we have..."
And there in the back was a long and high wall of old machines so many of us had learned on... half inch... three-quarter... high 8... we were like bartenders making cocktails, shifting from tape to tape all the pieces of video we needed to build a story.
Long nights in a tiny dark room whirling a knob back and forth and clicking into each frame an image and an idea of a story that made all the stories inside burst out into the world and paint a vast fairy tale picture...
Those old familiar blue and gray plastic boxes stacked up, each a word, a chapter, an attempt to live out loud...
"I'm trying to find who belongs to these tapes," Joe said. "I don't want to throw anything away."
And this?
"From the 1930's," he proudly said. Wanted to fix it up with a strip of 35mm film that would loop "WELCOME TO J&D!"
I got a lot of tapes, I told Joe.
"Bring them in! I love doing this."
And so I will. And so I will.
J&D Video Lab
27 East 21st Street
4th Floor
New York, New York
212.982.3330
