How many hours did we waste tagging mp3s before acknowledging that we could just never be certain of what we were listening to ever again?
Well what else were you going to do, cooped up in that bittern Northeastern winter just before the fall of Napster?
Or even before that, when you had a cassette without a label.
A cassette without a label has a special sort of thrill with it. And a special kind of disappointment when it turned out to be “Achy Breaky Heart”… again.
Pirates with top hats. I need nothing more to feel happy.