When I was driving into town for my Saturday outing, the radio in the car was tuned to a station that was running an Eighties hour. On the way to West Lebanon, I listened to stuff like “Lucky Star” and “Cover Me”, and I had a sort of auditory flashback.
When I was in my early teenage years, I didn’t have money to buy all the latest tapes and records, so I went the Poor Kid route, and made my own mix tapes off the radio. This process involves waiting for the song you want to tape, and then frantically dashing to the boom box and mashing the Record button. The songs on the mixed tapes were usually missing the beginning (because you couldn’t hit that button fast enough), and the end (because the DJ started yakking over the last bit of the song to introduce the next one, so you had to rewind and record the beginning of the next song just before the yakking starts.)
To this day, when I hear one of the Eighties songs featured on my homecooked mix tapes, my brain can still peg the point in the song where the tape cut to the next one, and recall the song that followed on the tape.
Odd thing, that mushy computer between our ears…