Those big dusty boxes of cassettes were calling out to me
. Originally, I was gonna sit down and archive my crappy music to CD, but no matter how many one-ies and beers I consumed, it was too much like work. All the other tapes seemed more appealing. Unmarked tapes of music I couldn’t identify were better. My library of local bands made me feel like a cultural anthropologist, and that Johnny Horton tape I bought in a truckstop is still a hoot.
After a few weeks… Continue
Posted on January 31, 2009 at 10:30am — 63 Comments