Kids these days. Scooting around on their skateboards, listening to that crazy rap music on their tiny little mp3 players. Those things are getting smaller every year. Surprised they don't just lose them in the folds of their giant sweatshirts or the massive pockets of their baggy jeans. Back in our day, music just wasn't music unless it was recorded on magnetic tape and rolled up in a bulky plastic cartridge that was sensitive to dust and temperature extremes. Yes, I'm talking about the eight-track tape. 46 straight minutes of sweet, sweet music.
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