The tape itself was perhaps a decade older.
Sixty-Four Words: It was handy to have two Jazz Thing contenders land in my lap, but although the Oliver Nelson was OK, I was cool on the Herbie Hancock. Too, the tape drags – you never could trust the 90 minute cassettes – and it has filler tracks that I don’t like. The label doesn’t say what they are. The guy who made the tape probably just knew.
Disposition: I will see if Mrs.5000 wants to try it in her little collection of tapes in the basement. If that doesn't fly, I guess that its tenure with me was just a short stopover on the way to the landfill. Holler if you want it.
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Nope. Now I feel like we're running a cassette hospice, but that's OK. Goodbye, little tape!
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