Discovered a brown carton on returning home this winter. My Cassettes. I almost... no, I didn't cry. but you can probably guess how it must have felt. from compilations to obscure albums, each cassette was the result of some kind of forgettable sacrifice... or kleptomania. from shriveled inlay covers to torn ones, from scratch-less ones to mark-your-territory-by-writing-your-name-in-weird-fonts ones, this treasure, if laid out in a particular order, told the story my growing years, the story of the evolution of prices and choices.
the sad part is, I don't have a cassette player anymore.
So, I've decided to start a blog where everyone can talk about music they like, they hate, they play....
Yes, it's open for all. just mail me your posts at beyalora@gmail.com and I'll upload them as soon as possible.
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