Stephen Mejias

Today I received my first package from Scotch Tapes! Inside the cardboard-reinforced padded envelope were five cassettes and three 7-inch EPs:

Terrorbird: We Were Monsters
Whore Business: Never Gave A Shit
Cavebears: Live at the Whiskey 1977
Tayside Mental Health/Great Slave Lake split cassette
Marlo Eggplant/My Cell Phone Is Better Than Your Cell Phone split cassette
Tayside Mental Health/Endometrium Cuntplow split 7-inch
Al Qaeda: Collaborative Works with Mike Watt, Gabe Serbian, Chris Carrico, Occasional Drift 7-inch (on yummy green vinyl!)
MCPIBTYCP/Sunken Landscapes split 7-inch (on clear red vinyl!)

Everything is gorgeous. The cassettes look so good, packaged in soft poly boxes and sealed with the cutouts from the cassette labels, I almost don’t want to open them. I sort of just want to caress them, smell them, look at them with loving eyes. These pretty things play music, too?

My cassette collection is growing. Now I just need to get my hands on a Nakamichi tape deck, dammit. As I move farther away from modern technologies, it seems appropriate to take a look at this blast from the past, “Happy 1985, Music Lovers,” by erstwhile publisher Larry Archibald.

Hmm…maybe a Revox? Or a Tandberg?