i had this crazy impulse yesterday to work on the back bedroom, aka, where clutter goes to die in my house. randomly, i attacked the cassettes. yes, magnetic media. analog. no random access permitted. fragile, erasable artifacts from my youth. like everyone else, i have a lot of them and don’t quite know what to do with them.
but you know, my car has a cassette player. this was a dated piece of equipment seven years ago when i bought the car, though i used it to listen to my ipod for quite a while.
so yes. this afternoon on the way home, i listened to led zeppelin on cassette in my volkswagen beetle.