The cd player at work has expired of heat prostration.
I've been driven to the open if somewhat musty arms of our ancient tape deck to drown out the too-loud chatter of the open bar inside my head.
Does anyone remember the misery of cassette tapes?
I hated them even when they were au courant.
Time and the digital revolution have done nothing to improve their standing.
Albums maintain nostalgic cache with warm analog sound and a huge canvas for graphic artists to play around with. There is something archaic, noble and lasting about a ranked mass of record albums, like a ruined castle overlooking the sea.
A bunch of cassettes is redolent of a dusty corner in a not particularly good thrift store, or Grandmas station wagon.
Cassettes don't even get shine for the crowning achievement of the mix tape because digital does them 10000 times better.
I feel like I've been exiled to a rest home AV room.
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