An acetate disc, also known as a test acetate, dubplate (a term from Jamaican reggae culture, now also applied to individually recorded discs of solid plastic), lacquer (a technically correct term preferred by engineers in the recording industry), transcription disc (a special recording intended for, or made from, a radio broadcast) or instantaneous disc (because it can be played immediately after recording without any further processing), is a type of phonograph (gramophone) record, a mechanical sound storage medium, widely used from the 1930s to the late 1950s for recording and broadcast purposes and still in limited use today.
Unlike ordinary vinyl records, which are quickly formed from lumps of plastic by a mass-production molding process, a so-called acetate disc is created by using a recording lathe to cut an audio-signal-modulated groove into the surface of a special lacquer-coated blank disc, a real-time operation requiring expensive, delicate equipment and expert skill for good results. They are made for special purposes, almost never for sale to the general public. They can be played on any normal record player but will suffer from wear more quickly than vinyl. Some acetates are highly prized for their rarity, especially when they contain unpublished material.
I had every intention of getting hammered here tonight
I gave my truck keys to the bar keep
Said "dave, don't you dare let me drive"
In the middle of this bottle
I drank my train of thought off track
So I've gotta stop drinking or start rethinking my reason for throwing them back
Cause it's just wasted whiskey trying to drink you off my mind
There ain't enough bourbon behind this bar
And I ain't got that kinda time
So I'm gonna stand while I can and raise my glass
Toast every time you kiss me
Cause drinking to forget about you
Is wasted whiskey
So here's to new beginnings and to the memories
And cheers to your mamma and daddy cause they were right about you and me
And here's to milsap on the jukebox and to your new friends you've found
And here's to our joint account, master card cause I'm buying the whole house a round
It's just wasted whiskey trying to drink you off my mind
There aint enough bourbon behind this bar
And I aint got that kinda time
I'm gonna stand while I can and raise my glass
Toast every single time you ever kissed me
Cause drinking to forget about you
Is wasted whiskey
Drinking to forget about you