How quickly we are left behind as the world races on, changing and changing again. I still remember the reverence with which I brought home the first LP i bought with my own money, I had been back to the little record shop once or twice during the time it took me to save up to check that no one else had bought my converted copy of Layla, a double album with the cardboard sleeve sporting a modern art portrait, what a grown up purchase it seemed. These records were delicate in the extreme, scratches were inevitable and eventually favoured tracks would jump and crackle frustratingly.
Blank cassettes could be bought much more cheaply, but my mono tape player only had an external microphone, I would have to prop it up in front of the radio as Radio Caroline crackled away, pressing the pause button as the DJ cut in, infuriated at the way he would talk over the start or end of my favourite tracks, I would sit in silence as the songs recorded, invariable one or other of my sisters would walk in and blurt something out spoiling what little of the song the DJ hadn't interrupted. eventually a compilation tape would be made, full of crackles and curtailed songs, only to be “eaten” by the cassette player, the spools of crumpled brown tape would have to be rewound with the aid of a pencil, the worst parts cut out and spliced with sellotape.
Imagine what a revolution the CD presented, these supposedly indestructible discs with their crystal clear quality would change our lives forever, however forever turned out to be a very short time, I now carry more music than i could have ever wished for in my back pocket along with a camera, telephone, games consul, Filofax and word processor, and piles of CD’s carrying films, music, photos, documents and computer programs lay in drawers with “almost” no purpose
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