Be careful, this is really old.
The other day I overheard Martin and Sophie talking in the basement. "Be CAREFUL Sophie, this is REALLY old." These are warning words to me, the secret meaning to mothers is "Get to your children, they could have ANYTHING in their hands, and rest assured it will be important to you. Actually, you might want to run, or at least step quickly." They were huddled together, heads bent over Martin's hands.
"What do you have?" I asked.
"It's THIS," he whispered, gingerly lifting his hands to reveal a cassette tape. Obviously an antique. "What IS it?" he asked, using the same tone I'd expect to hear if he unearthed a dinosaur bone in our back yard.
"Well, that's a cassette tape! There's music on it," I told him.
"What? Let's listen to it!" running upstairs to get his CD player. I yelled after him that I didn't think his CD player would even play a tape. From his bedroom I could hear him should "Momma! It will! There's a door on the front!"
As I trailed after him I thought about the treasure he really had discovered. It was one of my first tape purchases. In fact at the time, I think I only owned three actual tapes, the rest of which were mix tapes that contained a compilation of songs I carefully taped off the radio trying to avoid the DJ's banter over the top of the song's beginning and end. My first tape purchase was Thriller by Michael Jackson, which was definitely the most popular album among fourth-grade girls at the time. My second tape purchase was in seventh grade and really was just a natural progression from my first purchase - Tiffany by Tiffany. But my third tape purchase was the one I was inspired to purchase because a boy told me it was "awesome", and since I thought HE was awesome, I did. The tape - Momentary Lapse of Reason by Pink Floyd. Which, of course, is logically the place to go after Michael Jackson and Tiffany.
Martin put it in the tape deck and I showed him how to press play. "Okay, next song he said." I explained that he would have to hit forward, then stop, then play to see if it was at the next song yet. "What?" he cried. He did it a few times, not able to tell if he was at the next song but definitely not enjoying the place where he'd stopped. He abandoned the technology and Pink Floyd, declaring them both SO SUPER BORING.
I can't wait until he finds one of my radio-based mix tapes. Now THAT is boring.
"What do you have?" I asked.
"It's THIS," he whispered, gingerly lifting his hands to reveal a cassette tape. Obviously an antique. "What IS it?" he asked, using the same tone I'd expect to hear if he unearthed a dinosaur bone in our back yard.
"Well, that's a cassette tape! There's music on it," I told him.
"What? Let's listen to it!" running upstairs to get his CD player. I yelled after him that I didn't think his CD player would even play a tape. From his bedroom I could hear him should "Momma! It will! There's a door on the front!"
As I trailed after him I thought about the treasure he really had discovered. It was one of my first tape purchases. In fact at the time, I think I only owned three actual tapes, the rest of which were mix tapes that contained a compilation of songs I carefully taped off the radio trying to avoid the DJ's banter over the top of the song's beginning and end. My first tape purchase was Thriller by Michael Jackson, which was definitely the most popular album among fourth-grade girls at the time. My second tape purchase was in seventh grade and really was just a natural progression from my first purchase - Tiffany by Tiffany. But my third tape purchase was the one I was inspired to purchase because a boy told me it was "awesome", and since I thought HE was awesome, I did. The tape - Momentary Lapse of Reason by Pink Floyd. Which, of course, is logically the place to go after Michael Jackson and Tiffany.
Martin put it in the tape deck and I showed him how to press play. "Okay, next song he said." I explained that he would have to hit forward, then stop, then play to see if it was at the next song yet. "What?" he cried. He did it a few times, not able to tell if he was at the next song but definitely not enjoying the place where he'd stopped. He abandoned the technology and Pink Floyd, declaring them both SO SUPER BORING.
I can't wait until he finds one of my radio-based mix tapes. Now THAT is boring.
That is so funny. Ryan and i were just talking about our old mixed tapes and how there are certain songs that even when you hear them now, you can remember the song immediately following it on your tape and some songs that you can't listen to without hearing the DJ talking over it. Thank God for digital music!
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