In Memoriam, The Casette Tape
As I logged on Yahoo just few moments ago, to get my daily dosage of porn, a pretty face of Paris Hilton, signing her own petition to Arnie to pardon her from her recent prison sentence, drew my attention.
While struggling with the subscript font in which the article about the heroine of the House of Wax is published, I noticed another headline on the same webpage, which almost immediately generated another click of mine on Yahoo and, presumably, brought few dimes more to their Sales and Marketing department. The headline was: “The Casette Tape – 1963 – 2007”.
Well, if Zarathustra happened to be surprised when they told him something about an ancient god of theirs being dead, the news that the good old lady Tape just passed away stunned me too. She (in the rest of this post I intend to keep writing about the Tape as it is a female, since in my native language it definitely belongs among nouns of the feminine gender) and I had few good years together. Not that our sex life was very exciting, though. Still, long before MP3, Ipod, and e-Music came along, she and I collected, shared and enjoyed music and thoughts many would consider bizarre and eccentric.
Yes, it has been a very, very long time indeed since I last used her memory capabilities to listen to some music. And, if my memory serves me well, it happened to be Aram Khacaturyan’s “Masquerade” on some cheap 60-min long Tape imported from (of course) Far East. (On second thought, there is a certain symbolic meaning in that … what else would do for a queer like me better than a masquerade, heh?). The Tape Player “chew” her well before the Waltz was over. There are living members of my family claiming that the fact that I listened sequentially the very same Tape some 20 times contributes to that peculiar and most inappropriate hunger of the late Tape Player. Still, I’m not convinced …
Anyway, she’s gone. What should a queer like me say on such occasion, except to quote queer’s all time favorite? Thank you for the Music! :)
