Yes Shelly,
Tape fetishism is a fraud, coming as it does from those doleful fire-strokers of the hyper lazy-bone clack-cloaca. Some of the cassette strokers probably really do pine for another time when more possibilities for fortuitous and not overly-determined horse-shit stumbling upon…was the thing. Can’t blame them. I’m living now, and I live then, when tapes and records and maybe some cds were what you could buy.
Mothy birds they are with their T-shirt clan solipsism and capture the moment as perpetual anti-moment…and live for the repo…..off the line, one the line….ahhhh ugg….cultural yammering, and yucca fried dog
….birdies didn’t have to sit around listening to college radio with their numb finger on the record button waiting and waiting and waiting, and maybe getting all of a 7 inch that you didn’t know where to get or how to buy…so to speak. Well, at least we had records stores to walk into, and meet those special people or not so special people, to bring something to our attention, sometimes simply by playing it, and getting into it in their own quiet way.. Oh princess junk rock of the Music Shack….god I still love you!
It’s funny how the extreme facilitation of ‘discovering’ new music, or something of the like… that has now more than ever, like everything else, become not just a commodity in the old fashion sense, but a sort of always slightly disintegrating component of a ‘life-style’ shadow-meat identity. Flies? Oh they buzz and suck from the navel. Hey morty, rewind that cassette with all my faves. What’s in? The fashion world says work-wear for 2009. Time to put on daddy’s carpenter pants, and nail-head flannel…> Sort of like that.
I assure thee. I understand the kitschy-zeal stomp of a younger set that finds all-things cassettes refreshing or exciting, compared to the ever more bloodless, or dirty-yet-sanitized ‘ways’ or technologies for listening to music. Can’t blame this set for all that. It’s laudable in some ways…. But for everyone kid like that….
It would obviously not be fair to have more than a bit of fun with some merry-light finger poking—-with everyone who displays this sort of tape-fetishism I’m getting at. Getting it…right… It’s really no big deal I know…it’s really just a symptom of something else….something that is put into motion beyond any particular subject to be sure. Is it simply the bored worshiping of all things Low-Fi… I was somewhat guilty of that at one time. This is no big deal—a sort of idealism, much like the insatiable need for sonic perfection by the audiophile, to cite a simple mirror’s teeth in the sun on a page.
Ok, I’m bored of this…and need more sleep. I need to work on what the hell I want to say… I needed to sound-off a bit… I have no interest in this topic
I love this topic