Tapes everywhere. Unlabelled, original boxes missing. I don't even know which ones are still good and which are either stretched or cruddy with age. I don't have the energy to find out.

I made tapes to keep myself from playing my out-of-production records to death, and now the tapes are dying, so I'm after my friend Edwin to put them on CD. In ten years, I'll probably be converting them to another medium, and on it goes . . .