You're all mad
I grew up listening to tapes, I remember managing to hit pause before the DJ talked all over the end of your favourite song that you were recording off the radio and ruined your compilation, and staring out of the bus window on my way to college listening to Metallica / Nirvana / Smashing Pumpkins, or fast-forwarding the tape by sticking a pencil in the reel and whirling the tape around your head... ah, good times.
But really, tapes were terrible! Poor sound quality, fragile if your car stereo was a bit on the brutal side, annoying because the songs weren't skippable... etc.
I have a tape deck in my e39. My current options are to use the clattery tape adapter or an FM transmitter, until I can justify buying a bluetooth adapter that replaces the CD changer, then I can use the steering wheel controls to skip tracks etc on my phone. How modern!
I love a lot of retro things, and I rose-tint the past on a regular basis, but cassette tapes deserve to be ejected out of the car window of life and leave their shiny entrails all down the central reservation.
I grew up listening to tapes, I remember managing to hit pause before the DJ talked all over the end of your favourite song that you were recording off the radio and ruined your compilation, and staring out of the bus window on my way to college listening to Metallica / Nirvana / Smashing Pumpkins, or fast-forwarding the tape by sticking a pencil in the reel and whirling the tape around your head... ah, good times.
But really, tapes were terrible! Poor sound quality, fragile if your car stereo was a bit on the brutal side, annoying because the songs weren't skippable... etc.
I have a tape deck in my e39. My current options are to use the clattery tape adapter or an FM transmitter, until I can justify buying a bluetooth adapter that replaces the CD changer, then I can use the steering wheel controls to skip tracks etc on my phone. How modern!
I love a lot of retro things, and I rose-tint the past on a regular basis, but cassette tapes deserve to be ejected out of the car window of life and leave their shiny entrails all down the central reservation.