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  • K.C. Fennessy


The key word is like not love, but I collected cassettes for several years, and have no regrets. I stopped a long time ago—not counting one limited-edition item last year—but I've hung on to my favorites, including mix tapes and out-of-print titles. My apartment is small, but they take up little space, so I have no plans to ditch any of them (and it's not like they're gonna garner big prices on eBay).

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  • K.C. Fennessy

Among the stash, I have a few Cheap Trick and Led Zeppelin bootlegs (recorded off the original vinyl by Hugh Jones, former manager of Cellophane Square and editor of Proximity fanzine) and soundboard tapes of peak-era Mudhoney and the Flaming Lips (the latter courtesy producer/musician Dave Fridmann).

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  • K.C. Fennessy

Some of these cassettes are also fairly attractive, because I tended to go crazy with the metallic pens and whatnot—another reason not to give 'em the boot.

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  • K.C. Fennessy


That said, I rarely play tapes anymore, despite a functional CD/cassette player. Like the gents Dean Fawkes wrote about here, the compact disc remains my preferred music delivery system (I wrote about my overflowing stacks here).

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Ironically enough, the cassette portion of my ancient Panasonic portable stereo system works fine, but the CD part is wonky, so I mostly use it as a radio (I have another player for CDs). But my turntable works great...too bad it's buried under a pile of DVDs and music magazines. And wouldn't you know it: I'm not alone.