Remember cassettes? I bought my last one, I think, in 1992. But I still have about 100 cassettes and a working cassette player that I keep in the basement. As you can imagine, almost all of the cassettes are from the 1980s; but there are a few from the late 1970s that are, amazingly, still playable and with a good enough sound quality to accompany a late night snail dissection.
Cassettes had a propensity to malfunction (the surviving ones still do). Sometimes they could be repaired by removing a bad section and reattaching the loose ends with tape. But I don't waste my time with such things anymore; at the slightest sign of trouble I toss them in the trash.
This morning I pulled out the cassette from the player to find out that a lengthy section of the tape had come out.
It turned out to be Phil Collins' No Jacket Required. And look at this fine mess he got me into.
So long Phil. Now I have about 99 cassettes left. I will continue this slow process of attrition until either I run out of cassettes or the cassette player, already about 20 years old, goes kaput.