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I still get my daily dose of music from cassette tapes. Seriously. In this age of iPods and whatnot, I think I’m stuck to my cassette tapes. Now that I think of it, I think it’s in my destiny, karma, fate, whatever. That I continue to lug around my collection of 100+ cassettes from way back wherever I go is just incidental.

I think they don’t even sell them anymore and I am pretty sure many of the kids out there have probably not even heard of them. I know that even my collection of 100+ audio CDs have become redundant in this age of youtube, iTunes, etal and the internet where you can download any song you like. But I’m stuck with my old faithful cassettes. Not totally out of choice, I must admit.

Let me explain. In Tokyo, I drove a Toyota Corona which, for some reason, only had a cassette player (and radio) and I happily continued using my cassettes (https://ruolngulworld.wordpress.com/2008/11/03/rockin-in-tokyo/). Then when we transferred to Hanoi, I bought a Daewoo Magnus Classic and the first thing I noticed when I went to check it out was the lovely CD player. I looked forward to finally being able able to play my CDs in the car and even made a mental list of what CDs I’d take with me when I finally took possession of the car from the lovely Ms Eun of the Korean Embassy.

Finally the day arrived and I, armed with a handful of my favourite CDs, took possession of the car. As I drove away and slotted in my favourite Deep Purple CD and turned up the volume, instead of Ian Gillan’s ‘Highway Star’, the only sound that came out was the gentle hissing sound the CD made as it vomitted out of the player which showed ‘error CD’ on its display panel. I, of course, immediately and impatiently pushed it in again but, despite several tries, the player simply refused accept the CD. That’s when I knew I’d have to unpack my cassette collection again.

And so, here I am, again, probably the only one in Hanoi (and, possibly, the world) still listening to music on cassettes on a daily basis. Not that I really mind, mind you. Because I have a whole bunch of really great music cassettes in my car, all personally selected from my CD collection as well as selections downloaded from the Net and burned on CDs which I have recorded on several ‘collections’.

The mode of delivery may be ancient but the contents are quite up-to-date. I even have the very latest Adele, Katy Perry, Pink, Gotye…. all courtesy of my daughter who shared all her latest music with me before she left us for college. I put them on whenever my thoughts turn to the time she was with us (which is most days) and I am transported to the wonderful times I had with her when we’d put on her music full blast on the car stereo and sing along full blast as I drove.

Though I can’t sing to save my life, music remains and will remain a central part of my life. I simply can’t think of my life without music. My car stereo is never ever turned off. I tell my family and friends that when you sit in my car, you listen to what I am listening. There is no option. There was a time, not so long ago, when I would immediately turn on the stereo as soon as I reached home and only to switch it off before I drifted off to sleep. But now that I’ve ‘met’ Abraham, I suppose I’ve mellowed down and I rarely turn on the stereo at home now. Though I still catch ‘The Voice’ or any music show on TV if they happen to be on when I’m watching. I even watch Chinese songs on Channel V (which, for some reason, is what is shown on our cable in Hanoi). Though I don’t understand a word they are singing, they are not too bad, by the way, reminding me of the latest Mizo hit songs in a way.

All these thoughts came as I was checking through my old files and found something I wrote seven years ago. 26 Oct 2005, to be exact. Back when we had just returned from Africa where we lived without cable TV for almost four years and among the pleasures of being back in India was cheap cable TV and, in particular, VH1 channel, when both MTV and V had all turned desi.

Reading it after all these years made me realise that, musically, I am stuck somewhere in the 90s or the ‘pre-rap’ era. Whatever post-90 or later music I now listen to are basically a continuation of the same old type or genre – new releases from the same singers/groups along with new ones I picked up along the way, but still of the same genre. So, at the risk of this post being too long, I present below something I wrote back in the days…….

I WANT MY VH1

They no longer play my songs. Songs that could make you soar and fly ‘high, high, like a bird in the sky….like an eagle that rides on the breeze’. Or songs that bring back many ‘precious memories…..(how they linger)’. Now all they do is ‘rage against the machine’ or rap it up ‘doggy’ style. They no longer have those mellow tunes that could ‘bring the tears to my eyes’ or ‘sunshine on my shoulders’ to make me cry. Its not just ‘the end of the world’ but the end of the world, ‘as we know it’.

My car stereo may be the only place where the ‘strictly rhythm’ Guitar George still plays his stuff with the ‘Sultans of Swing’ though ‘ol Mark is still around doing his thing. The ‘Revival’ has been forgotten, ever since Fogerty left, ‘chooglin’ off ‘around the corner’. Its been a long time since I’ve ‘seen the rain coming down on a sunny day’.  ‘Maybe, someday,….we’ll never know’.

I may not miss ‘Billy Jean’ but what would I not give to ‘beat it’ back to those times when the highlight of the year was the Grammy on DD. Love has nothing to do with it, and I certainly do not miss the long, crammed DTC rides where I would dream of one day owning and driving a scooter which would have been nothing short of getting on the ‘stairway to heaven’.

Life was simple then and all that mattered was somehow finding the right excuse (and a few bucks) to see the new movie playing in Chanakya, and the occasional letter from home, from her. ‘Asiad 72’ was all there was, the ‘bagpiper’ still played his tune even as some of the more ‘spirit-ual’ ones poured out their hearts to the ‘old monk’, while the ‘desi’ from Uttam Nagar would make an occasional appearance towards the end of the month. ‘Kingfisher’ meant a bird in those days while ‘Castle’ meant a big house where princes and princesses lived out their ‘happily ever after’ lives.

Maneka Gandhi had just become a bahu and probably wouldn’t have batted an eyelid if all the ‘stags’ in India, ‘royal’ or not, were hunted to extinction. The only soda we knew was something that made your ‘changalhme/baih’ foam and give it its fantastic taste. Tonic was something you gave the kids to make them grow faster. ‘Beafeater’ was anyone from the northeast whom you would find making his way to Uttam Nagar every weekend, getting his quota of so-called beef for the coming week. Only the few who were lucky enough to have the right kind of foreign-returned friends had made their acquaintances with Mr. ‘Smirnoff’ and the only ‘label’ we knew were stuck on the back of our collars.

I no longer ‘want my MTV’ which, except for the logo, turned desi many moons ago. Even ‘V’, which hung on for a while, followed MTV, leaving many broken hearts. Then VH1 parked itself in its rightful place in my TV, on Channel 12, and became THE channel we all watched day in and day out. After four years living in the ‘dark continent’, being able to once again watch my old favorites was pure bliss, and finally ‘happy days’ were back.

Except for the occasional, brilliant pieces that can really make you forget your blues and transport you into the ‘zone’, I can no longer appreciate or understand some of the latest, so-called ‘hits’, however much I try. Except for the occasional ‘jewel’, which tells me, ‘…don’t move, this mood is a painting….’, I eagerly and patiently wait for old friends who now appear only in the ‘classics’. They transport me back to those simple, good old days, when ‘heavy metal’ meant workers struggling to push a ‘thela gari’ laden with iron rods from ‘Thangzam Hardware Store’ meant for someone’s pucca building somewhere in town.

It was a time when there was still hope in the air, and people were building for the future. It was a time when metal was still metal, when the only guns you saw were either airguns, which the fortunate few who owned one used to shoot birds with, or policemen with their ancient WWII vintage ‘303’ rifles, or the occasional double or single barrel ‘ulbun’ guns meant for big games, ceremoniously taken out on occasions to be cleaned while the owner would boast of the many animals he had shot, but mostly hung on walls to impress guests. Our village road had just become a pucca road for the first time and even the fact that potholes appeared almost immediately did not take away from the pleasure of walking on a pucca road, because we walked with hope in our steps. Hope that the future held wonderful things for us – that it would bring wonderful things for us and our society, for our children.

Those were the days, my friend…… We thought that the times, they were ‘a-changing’, for the better. Little did we know. Yes, the times, they did change, but the change has been for the worse and our only option now is to cling to our own hopes, if not for a future, at least for a return to old times when life was much more simpler and hope was in the air, the future before us. Our only option now is the hope that ‘someday, somewhere, together’ we will ultimately make it. We can only hope that the time will come when we will carry on from where we left off and finally start rebuilding our shattered lives and society. It would be ‘just like starting over’.  (Delhi, 26 Oct 2005)

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Comments on: "Thank God for Cassettes!! (and Music)" (12)

  1. Good post, I was just wondering do they still even sell cassette car stereo? hehehe I used to have some really kick ass cassette collection back in the day. and the best memories were making mix tapes for parties, and of course giving girls lol. how times have changed.

  2. Haha…”rap it up ‘doggy’ style…” Oh, dude…no…
    I liked the first one because you mentioned me and it made me nostalgic. Seriously nostalgic.
    And I liked the second one because it was super pun-tastic…some puns made me cringe but nonetheless, there’s something about that lame quality that’s just ace.

  3. ruolngulworld said:

    Thanks for visiting, Zakk, and commenting. No, I don’t think they sell cassette car stereos anymore. Mine is probably the last model still having a cassette player, luckily. 🙂 Yeah, those kick ass cassette collections of our youth….. but wait a minute, I still have them, and still play them, and even still make them. hehe.
    Hey ttp, thanks for visiting and (somewhat) liking the post, even the lame, cringe-inducing puns. to be honest, they also made me cringe but i thought, what the heck, they reflect a part of me at a different point in my life. 🙂

  4. Hey, you’ve been updating your blog and I never noticed! Great read, as always. We have tons of old cassettes too but haven’t played them for years. Always some problem with the player “head” or something. But I was just thinking about your collection – they must be terribly heavy so why don’t you just replace the CD player? And you’re lucky you have your kids to update you on what’s new and happening on the music scene. With no young people at home, I’d be totally unclued on new music if it wasn’t for all my young Fb friends who post their fav vids and stuff! :p

  5. ruolngulworld said:

    Yes, J, am trying to update more regularly. Glad you noticed. Yes, my collection is quite ‘heavy’ both literally (a full carton) and musically (quite a lot of ‘heavy’ music, apart from all the emmylou harris i could lay my hands on back in the days 😉 Thanks for remembering and commenting. Only thing is, I’ve been blocked from your blog the last few days and couldn’t check whether you have any new update :p

    • Open again now. I locked it because a certain foolish someone had been coming in and deleting all his old comments 😀 Do update more often, especially since you write so well.

  6. You’ve just inspired me to write my next post, pu john! Lemme go dig out my old cassette collection 😀

  7. You’re not the only one. Probably a lot of us 50 plus people value the old cassettes. I think my oldest cassette is Elton John’s Honky Chateau, gifted to me in 1974! Interesting read.

  8. ruolngulworld said:

    @kima: me, inspire you? come on, but thanks anyway 🙂
    @daniel: yes, we do, don’t we. cassettes were so much simpler. if they broke you just opened them and reattached them with ‘fevibond’. if you wanted to rewind them, you just reached for the nearest pen or pencil. and you could always make a ‘collection’ of your favourites in order to avoid reaching for the pen and pencil every time 😉
    thanks for the visit and comments

  9. Aduhi Chawngthu said:

    Great post. MTV and Channel V were great at the beginning, but as you said now that they’ve turned desi all we see now are Bollywood songs which we can see on a thousand other channels, but thankfully now we could just search the songs we want on Youtube.

    Cassettes, yes every child growing up in the pre-90s era will have his own nostalgic tales to tell. The other day I did some cleaning up and came across a bunch of old cassettes, which after careful cleaning I stored away, maybe to clean again in another ten years.

  10. Still have about 30 cassettes from ‘those’ times. I’d look at them now and then and smile. Such good memories they hold. As for the music, try The Black Keys. Big riffs and thumping drums. Very bonham-page esque sound. Btw, thanks for dropping by.

  11. But now MTV and Channel V are all Sakhruk Khan’s, Ajay Devgan’s or Prity Jinta’s etc etc etc dance floor..!!
    Pa John, i think, if you don’t mind let me see some new post when i vist again :-D..love reading your blog..

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