CARLTON FLETCHER: As the saying (kinda) goes: Who needs TV, we’ve got T. Rex?

Old days, good times I remember.

— Chicago

Not that I’m a born worrier who hasn’t 100% embraced the wonderful technology that drives our modern society, but I admit I find myself a few times a week wondering what would happen if said wonderful technology just quit on us.

The news-gathering process, which, like many businesses, by necessity once was carried out completely in-house, is now, thanks to the capability of computers, completed through a process that involves — as far as The Herald goes — men, women and machines all over the Southeast.

Anyway, I got a taste of my fears this week when WiFi services failed in my neighborhood. I was off deadline at the time, newspaperwise, so the shutdown wasn’t a major issue, except for the fact that the technology gave out right in the middle of an episode of “We Own This City,” one of my favorite post-”Wire” modern-day cop shows.

As to that question of what would we do in such circumstances, well, at Casa Fletcher, Tara and I got a couple of hours to reflect on an evening that, minus a few major conveniences, might have taken us back to a simpler time. As it was, we got to enjoy one of the most relaxing, enjoyable evenings we’ve had in a while.

I put on one of the albums from an “Alan Parsons Project” box set that had been either gifted to me by one of the many friends I’ve had in the radio business over the years or picked up by Tara in an estate sale. It’s part of my record collection that I mentioned recently I was working my way through — from A-Z — listening to each of the hundreds of albums I’ve collected, and, in this case, one I’d never given even a single listen.

Parsons, best known by most for his songs like “Eye in the Sky,” “Psychobabble,” “Games People Play” and “I Wouldn’t Want to Be Like You,” is actually better known in the music industry as a producer/engineer who, among his earliest gigs, worked on The Beatles’ “Let It Be”/”Abby Road” sessions. (You want to talk about being a part of musical history, one of the other early works Parsons was a part of was Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon.”)

Tara and I listened to a couple of sides of the six-album Parsons set (which, in addition to three discs in which Parsons talks about his production work to lead in to some of the greatest rock music ever made, also includes three of his own albums) and the great 2022 “Earthling” album by Eddie Vedder (which is some of his best stuff and includes appearances by luminaries like Elton John, Stevie Wonder, Ringo Starr and Heartbreaker Benmont Tench) before settling down on the couch to listen to my latest musical purchase: A two-album collection of the Beach Boys’ greatest hits.

Now I know everyone’s partner does not share their passions in life — that’s not necessarily a bad thing, just part of reality — but when you find one who does, you get a little bonus.

We sat/lay on the couch in our “music room” — which includes our turntable and our album/CD collection, as well as concert ticket collections and the few music photos we were able to salvage out of the tens of thousands I’d taken — and sang along to some of the masterpieces: “California Girls,” “Fun, Fun, Fun,” “Don’t Worry Baby,” “Sloop John B,” “Good Vibrations,” “God Only Knows” …

When the delivery driver rang the front doorbell to let us know our Mellow Mushroom meat lovers pizza was ready and I opened the door, she commented on our “fun evening” as Brian Wilson and crew belted out those songs that were great so long ago and are no less amazing — probably more so, actually — today.

So, that’s how we dealt with a technology glitch on a hot August night (Neil Diamond). And, no, there was no big scare about losing the wonderful technology for any extended period of time. (It was back on in a couple of hours.) But, just for a little while, using a little retro technology to while away a couple of hours of bliss was plenty fine. (Plus, we also discovered it’s dang nigh impossible to sing the chorus of “Barbara Ann” with a mouthful of meat lovers.)