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Mar. 27th, 2008
02:25 pm - Blogspot
Due to artistic reasons*, kassettenkopf is moving to blogspot.
Previous entries will stay where they are. I don't have a paid account so I can't syndicate to livejournal.
Blogspot is easier to use all-round.
*The layout is crap if you don't know livejournal already; I need foolproof if I want any kind of reaction.
Mar. 26th, 2008
05:26 pm - Tape the Sixth; Is It Life?
Tape number 6
90mins long, Type 1 cassette in opaque black plastic casing, manufactured by Philips. Should play in any cassette player and is decorated with green acrylic and the wise words of Flann O'Brien.
Left on a window ledge in that little alley off Middle Abbey Street that seems to be called Batchelor's Way at approximately 3.15pm on 26th of March, 2008.
In a plastic bank bag.
Mar. 24th, 2008
11:32 pm - Recent aquisitions
OH GOD EXCITEMENT!
Finally, personalised mixtapes! From Klaas van Twillert: Holland, for Michelle Simpson: Ireland.
Fuckin beautiful.
I mean, musical content aside (yet again, I am jarringly reminded why the 1980s are not, in terms of popular music, fondly remembered by the vast majority of the world.), I'm quite pleased with this one (I obviously need to get out more).
That Falco song is really funny, in the same way as that Feargal Sharkey song is really funny*. Even before I saw the video.
*Go to 01.17 for an example of the man's lyrical genius.
Jan. 7th, 2008
05:04 pm - Tape the Fifth; Would Yeh Like Some Toast and Chopped Circa, Ann?
Tape number 5.
90mins long, Type 1 cassette in a translucent grey plastic casing (colours inhanced by permanent marker), manufactured by Sony. Should play in any cassette player and comes with free toast crumbs, should the contents cause the listener great hunger.
Left on the window ledge of The Fleet Street Hotel on Fleet Street at approximately 3.30pm on 7th of January, 2008.
Contained in a small plastic bag. As always.
Nov. 21st, 2007
11:39 pm - Tape the fourth: Berteh
Tape number 4:
60mins long, Type 1 cassette in translucent grey plastic casing, manufactured by Sony. Should play in any cassette player, and proudly displays propaganda portraits of the extremely articulate Mr Ahern.
Left in the archway of Trinity College (College Street entrance) on a ledge under a notice board, at approximately 9.30 pm on 21st of November, 2007.
Nov. 15th, 2007
06:56 pm - Goldmine
I found this in a skip last week
Some of them are still complete tapes with a bit of paint on them. There are loads of "shells" as well, and (most intriguingly) loads of wax casts of tapes. And a melted bit of latex with tape prints in it (wax tapes not pictured).
There will be re-decoration of part of my wall, methinks. And the wax tapes... I dunno. Christmas candles?
And yeah the next tape is ready, going out TOMORROW, I swear.
Oct. 16th, 2007
05:11 pm - Tape the Third; Russia's Greatest Love Machine
Tape number 3.
90mins long, Type 1 cassette in clear plastic casing, manufactured by Sony. Should play in any cassette player, and is attractively decorated with photographs of everyone's favourite bearded Russian pervert, Grigory Efimovitch Rasputin.
Left pinned to the notice board in the main entrance to NCAD (under the archway), roughly in the middle, at approximately 2.30 pm on 16th of October, 2007.
Oct. 13th, 2007
09:38 pm - Some treasures
Some recent cassette-finds;
The first one has a white case blacked out with permanent marker - nice. Seems only about 20 mins on each side, first is fake ads and short skits, clearly taped off the radio. The second side starts like that, but degenerates into a completely headfucking 15 mins of what sounds like two songs playing over each other; one is indistinguishable, the other is cheezy 80s shit. Best experienced through headphones.
Bottom one is one of my favourites; 60 mins, filled with some Dublin comedian's routine. Hard to tell how old it is, but I get the impression it's 10 years at the very least. Probably older; I don't know the guy's name, but he's hilarious in a very Dublin way. It's mostly him telling stories about his brother (hence the name).
"The brother won't eat eggs. Can't stand the sight of an egg at all at all. Ham, cheese, fish, you name it he'll eat it up and ask for more, but no eggs, thanks very much all the same but no. The egg is Barred."
Got this one on Capel Street for a Euro. ALACK I HAVE NO EYES!
Top left; few minutes of classical music, then nothing. 90mins, very usable.
Top right; "KEEP THIS" and "sad" written on the label. Probably made by some tasteless teenager in the 80s, there's a shockin amount of Phil Collins on there.
Bottom left; "Demo Tape - Carlton English". Carlton English is a talentless piece of shit, whoever he is. I hope he never got a record deal, I couldn't bring myself to listen for more than 10 minutes. The tape itself is physically rather nice though.
Bottom left: "Father Moloney SJ THE GLORIOUS JESUS". Exactly what it says on the tin.
I think these are all from The Price Is Right on Camden Street, or The Servite Shop, which is just up and across from that.
Top left; "6th hectine(sp?) St John's Gospel Fr. Stanislaus". Muffled preaching, recorded live in a large echoey church, not in English, with a woman translating into English above the chanting. The word Medugorje is mentioned, so I can assume the original language is something Balko-Slavic. I picked that out of a huge pile of similarly-titled tapes; along the lines of "Mass, St Patrick's Feb 12th". I got the impression of this morbidly religious old woman (or maybe man, let's not assume) who never listened to music, only religious broadcasts. In the background. All the time. Repeating the words because she knew them off by heart.
Top right; Sweet, pretty-pretty classical, does nothing for me.
Bottom left; Live recording of a David Bowie gig. I don't know enough to guess what year.
Bottom right; "Motorvation". Barely audible old school proper 50s rock'n'roll, I THINK. Enjoyable until three songs in, everything starts to sound the same...
Top-left; Such a gorgously scummy crusty tape. How could I resist? It disappoints; recordings of a Dublin pirate radio from I'd say the late 70s. These are a pretty cool socio-historical document in themselves, I suppose, but I wanted some scummy crusty music to go with the tape, and all I get is Fleetwood Mac and Dancing Queen.
Top-right; "See Inlay Card For Details". And that's all it says... happily, the inlay was in the case with it, even if it was hand-written;
Yes, I got some scuzzy shit after all.
The other side of that paper seems to be part of an order-form for Alice's Records, with one Paul McCabe from Dundalk written down under "Customer Name and Address". I'm not an expert on handwriting, but the scrawl is very similar. "1996" is written up on the top; don't know if that's the year or something else.
And holy shit, when you google his address, you get this.
Bottom left; Black, black, black like the winter night sky. Tabs covered on both sides by browned sellotape, no other markings. So promising. And my god, so disappointing. Another tasteless teenager from the 80s; it's a fuzzy 60-minute slow-set, suitable for maybe the local GAA disco, if they even had those back then. Kill me.
Bottom right; Audio-book of A Clockwork Orange. Pretty cool.
And this one deserved it's own photo;
Ciúnas - Visions of Hell Beyond the 12th Fret.
The name set off a few bells when I first saw it; really faint bells, mind you. I was with my mate that day, and she assumed it was a load of 15-year old metalheads playing with their new guitars and calling it an album. Perverse as it may seem, that sort of thing really appeals to both of us on some sneering, we-were-like-that-once-so-we-can-slag-th
I did a bittova google on them and got one single solitary result. Tried google.ie too and that's all I got. The site seems dead. Dead as punk (yeh, Y'HEARD ME).
Which is a pity, none of the stuff will download any more.
Charity shops, how I love thee.
Yes this is just filler til I get off my arse and finish the next tape.
Sep. 26th, 2007
11:57 pm - Tape the Second: Prophylactic Noise
Tape number 2.
90mins long, Type 1 cassette in clear plastic casing. Seems to have been manufactured by BBC(?) but you can't see that anymore.
Should play in any cassette player, and gives instructive advice on the use of the more popular methods of mechanical birth control.
Left in a phone box on the end of Westmoreland Street on the ledge beside the phone, at approximately 9.30 pm on 27th of September, 2007.
Again, contained in a small plastic bank bag to protect it from the elements, but not much else.
Sep. 11th, 2007
10:34 pm - Tape the First; Baked Beans (In Tomato Sauce)
Tape number 1.
60mins long, Type 1 cassette in an attractive translucent blue plastic casing. Manufactured by Mitsubishi.
Should play in any cassette player, does not contain any nuts and is low in salt.
Left in the porch area of Music Maker on Exchequer Street (just down from Wicklow Street), in a plastic leaflet-holder, at approximately 11.30am on 11th of September, 2007.
Was swaddled in a little plastic bag like what they give you change in at the bank. 
Really awful picture of Music Maker that I did not take.
A short one to start; number two is being completed as I type, and will be 90mins.
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