I was having a conversation with a friend about media formats. She loves going into thrift stores and getting old cassettes which is something we did yesterday.
I asked her why. They are poor quality, rarely last long, and that unforced "stretch" thing they do makes my soul ache, sonically.
She described the ritual of cassettes, of vinyl, of "eight track (?)". She was lost in a world of nostalgia; something I don't have in me. I cannot empathise for the past.
I told her I had never used a cassette. She was shocked. I don't see why. Then I remembered Mickey Mouse.
I must have been small small. Like needing help wiping your bum small. I vaguely remember I had an anamatronic (sp?) Mickey Mouse. When you took off his overalls, a cassette thingie was visible on his back. You put in a cassette, closed it, dressed him again, and pressed play on his...nose? Ear?
He would tell a story with hand movements and facial expressions. And if you were rich and had more than one doll, they would act together.
Does anyone else remember this thing? As I said, I was small small. Am I making this up? Did I actually use a cassette?