Tuesday, February 2, 2010
The Tape Box
I've finally gone and done it. I am a blogger. I've joined the untold thousands (millions?) of solipsists clogging up the series of tubes with their unsolicited rants and reflections. I should be ashamed of myself.
So, why now?
Simple: I needed an angle, a gimmick. I didn't want this to be the same old blah blog. My blah blog couldn't compete, for example, with Bob Loblaw's Law Blog.
Then a few days ago I was in the basement, looking for some old audio equipment, when I found the Tape Box.
In this flimsy cardboard box are many audio cassette tapes, collected and compiled by myself and family members from roughly 1972 until recent times, when cassettes finally became a part of my old life.
For this blog, I will revisit each of these tapes -- most containing music, some containing spoken words -- and hear them with new ears. I expect that many of these tapes will trigger a flood of memories; some happy, some painful, others highly embarrassing. I will fearlessly report on each of them.
I expect that writing about the tapes will inspire me to go off on tangents that I hope will enlighten and entertain and just maybe say something about where I -- and we -- are today. So won't you come back and visit from time to time?
Maybe some of my memories are your memories, too.