I remember this time as a kid.

I remember later too – being confused about the hoohar with it – ‘but it’s been going on for a while now’ I thought. But I understand how that can be if you don’t see something in real time.

I was mixing in my bedroom on 2 shitty Panasonic tape decks (1 was mine and I stole my sister’s – she wouldn’t have lent it to me so I took it then put it back each day) – as basic as any setup could be – I rode that pause button like a psycho callus-hunter. Strong hardened fingers on a 12 year old was weird and rare in my neighbourhood but I didn’t care. No one else I knew was doing this. Your comment from KT hit home. I felt like an alien. Later, years later, I met a girl, (still one of my best friends) who was doing the same thing in her bedroom in another city hours away – she was later doing it in warehouse/basement gatherings in the late 80's, early 90's.

Meanwhile, back in the bat cave… the precision. It had to be perfect, the timing. I was the only one hearing the end result but it didn’t matter. I spent hours getting it right and the unbelievable feeling of satisfaction when it was. Then doing it all over again a week later – taping over the old. That was the hardest bit, by far. Harder than timing.

Later I got a milk run to pay for more tapes though. Nice one.

Thanks for your writing Gino.