Growing up I used to adore the radio because it would provide me otherwise unattainable access to each song that I loved. I’d painfully wait until it played again just so I could relive the magic of that inner joy when the chorus would hit its crescendo before it would all taken away after the three-four minute song would end. Then, I would have to wait to hear it again for what could be an hour, but felt like a day.
That is, until I was introduced to the wonders of the cassette tape. With my new tool firmly in hand, I would sit by the radio with a more cautioned ear, patiently waiting for the song of the month, (the one I couldn’t stop singing), to play. As soon as I heard the first few notes, I clicked the red dot on my cassette player and it was recording. This was my first taste in the art of mixtapes.Read More »