
That story from the other day ( here ) about the boy who swapped his iPod for a Walkman for a week had me thinking back to all my old compilation tapes I've still got in a box. I used to listen to the John Peel show religiously and sit with my finger poised over the pause button of the cassette deck on my music centre (as they were called, in my house at least, between 1983 and 1990, until CD first came into my life) waiting for something good to pop up inbetween the anarcho-punk, dub reggae, Ivor Cutler [...]