(via bbones)

Oh man, tell me about it! Since emigrating from the land of public transit last spring, I’ve been quietly lamenting this loss to my last.fm-ability. Not only do I drive a car now, but it only has AM-FM-cassette capabilities, which means several boxes have been unpacked – and several thrift stores’ dollar tape racks pillaged – for their magnetic analog treasures. Off the top of my head… Richie Hawtin, Def Leppard, Nirvana, Throbbing Gristle, Cat Stevens, the Kinks… among armfuls of other not-very-guilty pleasures. And that says nothing of old mixtapes or the AM/FM thing.

But you, the internet, will never know of these joys in nearly real time.