Cassette Culture

I love cassettes. Some people call them tapes. Either way, they're like gold to me. Since it's summer and Michelle and I are on the yard sale/garage sale/flea market/estate sale/white elephant circuit, I've been keeping my eyes peeled for these little gems.


Pictured: The most compelling cassette image I could find using Google's image search.

It's a good time for cassettes too. Just this past Sunday I stumbled across a surplus of classics, 25 to be exact--from RUN DMC's Raising Hell to Metallica's Master of Puppets--and I only paid 5 bucks for 'em all. The other night I found even more chromium dioxide booty.

"Them don't sell," a colorful and somewhat toothless woman employed at the local Goodwill told me as I took a stack of gold off her hands (AC/DC, DIO, Yngwie Malmsteen, Yaz, ZZ Top, etc.). Oh well, your loss my plump little friend.

After I amass an impressive tape collection, I'm planning to feverishly compose mixtapes--based on themes like metal mania, high school heartbreak, terrible b-sides, and the list goes on.

I'll post some photos of the collection soon. It's only in its toddler stages at the moment... but it's growing, oh it's growing.