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Is it possible to save not only a jammed cassette but thorn in addition?
Perhaps a vintage technical freak??
Perhaps a vintage technical freak??
Originally posted by PonderableSuper glue will also work to hold the box together again.
If you can open the cassette (small screws e.g. BASF cassettes) you can smotth out the tape and fix it with a small piece of duct tape it will only cause a minor break.
If you can't open it...
Originally posted by darvlayWhen I was 19, I was head over heels for a girl to whom I would send letters, poems, drawings and (what I thought then to be) clever recordings of my voice made up like albums.
Performing surgery on cassette tapes is a very fond childhood memory of mine.
Originally posted by FreakyKBHI used to have a seven single player in my car, only one in town! And my kids now often test me: "Dad, what old song is that, and who sang it," Songs from early sixties, onwards... the latest music rips my soul out...
When I was 19, I was head over heels for a girl to whom I would send letters, poems, drawings and (what I thought then to be) clever recordings of my voice made up like albums.
I would wax on and on (decidedly eloquently, I am sure) in my most romantic voice, charm overflowing from all orifices.
They were the cassettes of regret, really: even just a year ...[text shortened]... me listening to them.
Instead of manipulating tapes, I should have invented a time machine...
Originally posted by FreakyKBHAwesome.
When I was 19, I was head over heels for a girl to whom I would send letters, poems, drawings and (what I thought then to be) clever recordings of my voice made up like albums.
I would wax on and on (decidedly eloquently, I am sure) in my most romantic voice, charm overflowing from all orifices.
They were the cassettes of regret, really: even just a year ...[text shortened]... me listening to them.
Instead of manipulating tapes, I should have invented a time machine...
Originally posted by FreakyKBHCould you upload them to a site so we can all listen to them please?
When I was 19, I was head over heels for a girl to whom I would send letters, poems, drawings and (what I thought then to be) clever recordings of my voice made up like albums.
I would wax on and on (decidedly eloquently, I am sure) in my most romantic voice, charm overflowing from all orifices.
They were the cassettes of regret, really: even just a year ...[text shortened]... me listening to them.
Instead of manipulating tapes, I should have invented a time machine...