Monday, May 21, 2007
The Day the Music Warped, got Chewed Up and Finally Died
Curry's are no longer going to sell cassette tapes. I know they were crap, and the sound was like sticking your head in a biscuit tin filled with cotton wool. I know I nostalgia ain't what it used to be and I should be grateful for the incredible shuffling iPod with its forty thousand songs.
But awwww... what shall I do with my crate full of cherished cassettes?
Mix tapes from old lovers, the ones you listened to and rewound, listened to and rewound - until it got all stretched and there was more hissing white noise than music. Old recordings of John Peel. Me as a kid making up stories about princesses. Answerphone tapes. The top 40.
Eighties teens everywhere will mourn your passing.