Cassettes are fucking awesome. I for well know that loosing touch to Hell's Kitchen reality feeling starting the moment you take your hidden Cassette in a thick plastic hull, read the Mix Tape 5 through the see through box to open it and take out the Chrome Cassette 120 min thing shuffing it gently into your portable player outsite at nigh all alone.
Cassettes are the technological birth of Hip-Hop having arrived in mankind the same moment like refill spraycans and are not understand due to this Underground War this blog's satire is all about.
Do you understand in how much trouble you can run, even so finding buyers because of living in a humaine place like the Bronx, for selling 5 bugs profit the peace (and I mean peace) home made, self created, two in - one out mixer used, mix tapes, because the CIA considers your creativity of mixing up two radio stream recorded songs a bigger problem than how they got hold of the Copy Rights?
Personally, I would love to have a Philips DAC version of a Cassette player that encodes and decodes MP3 onto the tape... but I am a Cyberpunk.
#afterthewaaybe
