My work is open-plan and headphones are encouraged. I don’t know whether Justin Timberlake is encouraged, but I can’t see why not and he’s certainly helping the day pass more quickly. But I was listening to the “Chess” soundtrack this afternoon, and I realised that during the first song I always consciously listen for the small squeal from my original taped soundtrack, where the record button was accidentally depressed again. If I’d known I would still be listening for it fifteen years after I recorded it, I might have taken a bit more care.
Other notable tapings:
- My mum’s version of “Phantom of the Opera”, which was an audio soundtrack taped on a video tape (as the video could handle 5.1 surround sound but the stereo couldn’t)
- My brilliant idea not to have any blank tape at the end of my mix tapes, resulting in the last song being repeated and being cut off halfway through the second time (God I was an obnoxious little ingrate)
- My fascination with making covers for my mix tapes (and yet I still can’t stand scrapbooking)
- The fact that under the new copyright law being offered, creating another version of a CD/DVD you legitimately own to watch on other hardware could land you in jail.
I don’t know sometimes. I feel like grabbing a politician, any politician, by his lapels and shaking him violently, while hissing into his astonished face, “For God’s sake man, KEEP UP!”
I was not jailed for any of this.
Yes, that IS a hand listlessly cluching a flower in the long grass at the top left.
I told you. Ingrate.