I miss the cassette. I took great care to hit unpause/record while dropping down a stylus to create many a tight mix on a Maxell. In retrospect, it lead right into the way my iPod shuffles around today. My automobile still has a cassette player in the dash. 99.5% of the time it’s used for the iPod adapter, but once a year or so, I’ll dig through the closet and find a tape from 1987 and use the deck for what it was originally intended to do – just to keep that blood flow going and to remind the Sony head unit of it’s original intention. The music usually sounds dated, but I am brought willingly back to my thoughts and preferences from 20 years ago. It’s like an audio-diary, complete with a cheesy “Dear Jay,” intro. In my teens, I didn’t keep a diary and I damn sure didn’t write much.
Pictures are different. You pose. You’re ready for them. They only capture a single moment. 90 minutes worth of music could take several days to document, never mind finding and creating a cover insert… In the land of “Web 2.0”, I’ll hereby consider cassettes an “audio retro-blog”.