Sometime around 1991, as a teenager living on a dirt road in rural Wisconsin with no ability to get to Minneapolis on a school night, I missed my all time favorite band, Too Much Joy, playing at First Ave1. But thankfully the alt rock FM station broadcast it live. With relief and delight, I recorded onto cassette tape from my bedroom. Despite the recording being awful – a live band, in a venue not set up for recording, broadcast on FM, then saved on a cassette tape and recorder I bought from K-Mart – I was cherished it and would blast the concert recording over the wind noise of a third-hand Ford Ranger. I’m sure to anyone in the passenger seat the entire thing was unintelligible distortions. Last month, I found a case of a couple hundred CD-ROMs containing “backups” of my university work, early professional work, and so many other things. I put quotes around “backups” because after 20+ years the majority of the discs could not longer be read. Even the professionally produced ones. I…
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