OK, so am consolidating my music. Consolidating.
Because my most amazing stuff is still on cassette and is way dated.
Wait. You probably don't even know what a cassette is. Yes it's a South African band, but it's also an audio storage device, that records music on magnetic tape that is wound around two reels. Two words:
1) Vintage; and
The tape, like shuffle socks, hasn't done helluva well standing the test of time.
Now, years and years of wear and tear has had a rather malleable stretch effect on my classic old mixtape compilations, and unfortunately much of this stuff cannot be found online, offline, sideline, anyline.
I’m starting to panic.
Hi-Fi Corporation doesn’t even sell cassette players anymore, not even at the headquarters in Chatsworth. And to their detriment, mind you.
The panic set in good and proper when on hoisting myself and my overused hamstrings into the car and whacking Camel Experience 1998 into the machine…I heard a loud and unbecoming snap.
It wasn’t my leg; it was worse. It was the tape.
It snapped itself in half, after 10 years of solid and unforgiving hard usage, it had stretched and snapped itself to breaking point. Now I could probably splice it with a piece of sticky tape, but I did that to ESP: Volume 2 already, and shit doesn’t sound like gravy.
So this is my list. I am willing to spend great big whopping amounts of greenbacks on the originals, and I am, too, willing to spend on ripped copies. I will pay for postage by any means necessary.
ESP: Volume 2
Cream Anthems 1999
The Camel Experience 1999
Sash! S4 (Can you dig it?)
House Anthems 1 & 2
Bump 2 (And the rest of the Bumps, as well)
Monster Hits 5, 6 and 7
House Vibes (The orange one with the banana on the front. Fuck yeah.)
Basically anything of that sexy crapness I can get my grubby buttgrabbers onto. Circa 1980-2001, if we're looking at timelines.
Tapes are fucking cool. But sadly defunct.
I have a collection I need to archive and update here. And I won’t stop until I find these.
You’re probably one of those people who received these very CDs in your Christmas stocking along with a luminescent rave stick in the early 90s.
And now they’re wedged behind your up-to-date, shiny new Parlotones CDs, never to be seen again. Covered in dust and just begging, aching, pining....to be heard.
Forgotten, neglected. Like an old Afghan.
Please sell me your sad, unplayed Techno Fabulous CDs, basically. This is not a joke. This is a matter of urgency so that I don’t lose my rag.
Help me to not lose my rag.
Losing rags always comes with a plateful of hot tempered impetuous angst.
Help me to help you to help me.
This is an appeal. Hear it.