may i plead the 5th?
august 2007 i was given a box of old cassettes. my sister was in the process of moving out of of her then apartment. the loft she shared could easily have been described as "twelve years of collective junk." a space for "artists" to "stretch out" and "be creative". basically a heap of junk: scores of tenants leaving behind paintings, trapezes, shelves of spices and recipes, a pot rack made from a bicycle wheel, racks of costumes, amazing vintage furniture, everything- and these tapes that a roommate of hers found. there we were, the space was to be sold, the "concept" to be moved to some new bohemian neighborhood (for us not to follow). we were sorting through a dozen years, and i was going to take this box of tapes.
long story really short. it's may, 2009, and i found the box. realized i never gave the collection a listen. guessing my excuse before went something like "i don't own a tape player" but over time i really just forgot that i had them. most are mixes- but a few are not. some are labeled- majority unknown. the discovery and the time between then and now contribute most to my satisfaction. not sure if i would of been able to appreciate this sort of material years (or even months) earlier. lately i have been energized by my surroundings, my relationships, with life. in tune with my own inner voice. currently lost only to stan getz, playing the smoothest jazz, on an old, worn out, beautiful tape.
long story really short. it's may, 2009, and i found the box. realized i never gave the collection a listen. guessing my excuse before went something like "i don't own a tape player" but over time i really just forgot that i had them. most are mixes- but a few are not. some are labeled- majority unknown. the discovery and the time between then and now contribute most to my satisfaction. not sure if i would of been able to appreciate this sort of material years (or even months) earlier. lately i have been energized by my surroundings, my relationships, with life. in tune with my own inner voice. currently lost only to stan getz, playing the smoothest jazz, on an old, worn out, beautiful tape.