Proving once again that I am a child of the 90s, today I got nostalgic for cassette tapes.
Do you remember desperately trying to untangle its insides? I always sucked at that, remind me never to become a doctor.
I really don't know why I became all suddenly fond of cassettes. They were crap, really. But it started me thinking: does anyone else remember making mix tapes?
You would sit by the radio for hours, waiting for some (in hindsight) God-awful song to come on (although if you were feeling impatient you could call the radio station and request the same song several times, using different voices) and then when it finally played, frantically slam down the PLAY/RECORD buttons -
- listen joyously to the whole track, then press STOP with an enormous sense of satisfaction.
And the most frustrating thing in the world was when, after sitting by the radio for like three hours, your song came on and you'd hit record and then, two verses in, you'd hear the dreaded THUNK that meant you'd reached the end of the side. And you'd shout, "Crap!" because you were too young to say "Fuck!" yet, except inside your head. As an adult, I would like to say Fuck You, End-of-Side THUNK.
Finally, after weeks of patient work, the tape was finished! You had a whole hour of your favourite songs. And yes, admittedly most of them lacked the intro because your chubby, un-co-ordinated child fingers had mis-stabbed the RECORD button several times before getting it right, and they were staticky because the reception was let's face it a bit crap, and the end of each song was covered with radio announcer jibber-jabber because you were listening to the song and not thinking about pressing STOP, but God damn it, you now had the power to listen to the Backstreet Boys any time you wanted. (What? Don't judge.)
Until, of course, you overplayed the tape and all its insides came out.
I miss cassettes.
But not really.