Cassettes are garbage. For idiots.
Curious about your take on floppy disks?
I have no truck with floppy disks.
When I was in junior high, my stepdad found a box of his cassette tapes from when he was younger with all his music on them. My memory in general is shit, but I remember this day with absolute clarity. How happy (uncommonly happy, as he was usually a very stoic guy) he looked as he took a tape from the box and put it in the stereo tape deck. The sound that came out was a garbled warbly mess. I watched all the happiness drain from his face like someone pulled a stopper in his neck or something, replaced by a combination of horror and a sadness I don't think I could ever adequately describe, as he realized the last time he listened to this music years ago was -- unknown to him then -- the final time he would ever hear it. He did not say a single fucking word, but looking around the room, I could see that this profound pain had infected everyone present, and we all looked like a boulder was pressing down on our chests, making it hard to breathe. I was thirteen, but I remember very clearly in that moment coming to the conclusion that cassettes were the fucking devil, and I would go back to record albums until something better came along.
I also around that time had an Adam Ant tape I listened to so many times, it broke in the player. Fuck cassettes, and if you like them, fuck you, too.
I have no truck with floppy disks.
When I was in junior high, my stepdad found a box of his cassette tapes from when he was younger with all his music on them. My memory in general is shit, but I remember this day with absolute clarity. How happy (uncommonly happy, as he was usually a very stoic guy) he looked as he took a tape from the box and put it in the stereo tape deck. The sound that came out was a garbled warbly mess. I watched all the happiness drain from his face like someone pulled a stopper in his neck or something, replaced by a combination of horror and a sadness I don't think I could ever adequately describe, as he realized the last time he listened to this music years ago was -- unknown to him then -- the final time he would ever hear it. He did not say a single fucking word, but looking around the room, I could see that this profound pain had infected everyone present, and we all looked like a boulder was pressing down on our chests, making it hard to breathe. I was thirteen, but I remember very clearly in that moment coming to the conclusion that cassettes were the fucking devil, and I would go back to record albums until something better came along.
I also around that time had an Adam Ant tape I listened to so many times, it broke in the player. Fuck cassettes, and if you like them, fuck you, too.
I still bet the tape didn't sound as dissettling as David Lee Roth scating.
Norton says he hates minidiscs. Let's get him.There’s a tape of DLR skeeting?
I’m not watching or listening to that.
MiniDiscs, or I’ll box your ears when I see you.
You are garbage.Cassettes are garbage. For idiots.
I don't need a daily abject reminder of entropy. I am already well aware of how temporary life and everything in it is.
Norton says he hates minidiscs. Let's get him.
Well, you like garbage, so is that a compliment? Cassettes are literally garbage. Deteriorating waste material.You are garbage.
I was thinking Chevy Chase's single funny line from Spies Like Us.I read this in voice of the actor from the old Pace Picante Sauce commercials.
"Dissettling" "Cultural Misappropriation"
Can't you just use the words and terms we've all agreed upon as a society? Unsettling, motherfucker.
Well, you like garbage, so is that a compliment? Cassettes are literally garbage. Deteriorating waste material.
Enjoy it while it survives. Mourn it when it inevitably deteriorates.Right now, I'm listening to a copy of a Soundboard recorded Greatful Dead show from 1988. TDK MX-90 with Dolby C (not my first choice, but I didn't copy it). The sound quality is amazing.
I have no truck with floppy disks.
When I was in junior high, my stepdad found a box of his cassette tapes from when he was younger with all his music on them. My memory in general is shit, but I remember this day with absolute clarity. How happy (uncommonly happy, as he was usually a very stoic guy) he looked as he took a tape from the box and put it in the stereo tape deck. The sound that came out was a garbled warbly mess. I watched all the happiness drain from his face like someone pulled a stopper in his neck or something, replaced by a combination of horror and a sadness I don't think I could ever adequately describe, as he realized the last time he listened to this music years ago was -- unknown to him then -- the final time he would ever hear it. He did not say a single fucking word, but looking around the room, I could see that this profound pain had infected everyone present, and we all looked like a boulder was pressing down on our chests, making it hard to breathe. I was thirteen, but I remember very clearly in that moment coming to the conclusion that cassettes were the fucking devil, and I would go back to record albums until something better came along.
I also around that time had an Adam Ant tape I listened to so many times, it broke in the player. Fuck cassettes, and if you like them, fuck you, too.
They eventually all will go bad. Like VHS tapes, they deteriorate slightly each time you play them, until eventually it will become noticeable and ultimately unbearable. Cassettes (like VHS) are not an archival media.When I moved back to Michigan 3 years ago, I went through all my old stuff and unearthed close to 200 random tapes (dubs and original releases, among other things). Just the other day I found some old childhood recordings I did with my brother and cousin. I'm going to transfer it digitally. It brought back a ton of memories. That being said, I love cassettes BUT of those 200, 30-40% have degraded. It's unfortunate. Problem is, unlike vinyl, most people didn't take care of cassettes. They were put in moldy basements, left in cars on super hot or freezing days, thrown around in a random box, etc.
Sorry about your Dad's loss, he should have tried another cassette player or another cassette. They can't all go bad.
Man, I inherited a retired co-worker's tape player so I thought, hey. Great time to bring in my old tapes from home. The wife will love the less of the clutter.
I gotta say, tapes are the worst. Whether it's your tape player that sucks, or the tapes breaking because they're brittle, or the classic tape being eaten by the player. Vinyl forever. Nothing more tragic than your thin lizzy tape totally biting the dust.
Enjoy it while it survives. Mourn it when it inevitably deteriorates.
It's funny watching some people here try to hand wave away this self-evident fact.Tapes were a good thing for the time, but they're just too prone to degredation.
They eventually all will go bad. Like VHS tapes, they deteriorate slightly each time you play them, until eventually it will become noticeable and ultimately unbearable. Cassettes (like VHS) are not an archival media.
I'm glad your childhood recordings with your siblings made it through okay, but I have a feeling part of that is luck and part of it is that you didn't listen to the recordings as many times as you would have your favorite albums. Good idea to transfer them now.
In 100 years time, those will be worth...
Fuck all