To highlight what must be the final demise of the cassette tape, here is a Christmas present from 1988.
I found this while seeking in vain for my old copy of The Stone Roses, which has sadly disappeared in the mists of time.
On the up side, I think you’ll agree that there are some classics on there.
In future installments of Old School. I will shame myself.
22 May, 2009 at 10:11 pm
Hmmm… what was her name, Che?
And, can I have a copy of that tape?
22 May, 2009 at 10:13 pm
you know, i’d be satisfied with a tape recorder that didn’t eat tapes?
let alone some way to copy these relics.
and, who she was, i do not remember.
23 May, 2009 at 2:54 am
any chance she was paul? or was this the year before you were here…
23 May, 2009 at 9:04 am
i seem to think this was a guy, and it might have been paul? but christian also springs to mind.
next is a tape from… amy!! heh. she’s going to cringe.
23 May, 2009 at 9:08 am
oh lord. i just remembered participating in making you a tape of us speaking to you. unless i thought i was too cool (shy) to personally leave a message.
23 May, 2009 at 12:15 pm
I’m truly alarmed by the neat typing of the contents.
23 May, 2009 at 1:01 pm
dot matrix printing baby!! it was **THE FUTURE**
23 May, 2009 at 1:02 pm
Just thinking of the noise that my first printer produced makes my teeth hurt.
23 May, 2009 at 3:24 pm
Coincidenza: the last cassette I ever bought was a Thrashing Doves album. I found it in the bargain bin of a service station on the M1 motorway. I played it throughout the rest of my trip to Scotland and back. But when I got home, I found it was stuck in the tape player of the hire car I was using. I asked the hire company to return it, but it never arrived.