Chapter 9
“In thirteen seconds the tape will flip itself over if nothing is being played.” Flip said.
I drove up to Flip’s crib in La Jolla to look at his new stereo system. He had bought a CD player and a tape deck that did a lot of technical stuff that we usually consider work talk. But because of the importance of electronics, computers, cell phones, Playstations and anything else that uses batteries or voltage, for Flip and I to stand and wait on the tape door to open, slide out, turn around, retract and play with the same amount of clarity as it did on the first side, wasn’t a problem at all. As a matter of fact it was like a religious moment when the tape flipped and began to play.
“Nice huh?” he said.
“It’s pretty sweet. My tape deck will just reverse the tape without doing all of that.”
“But when it does that, it stretches the tape and can ruin it. The sound gets muffled.”
“Who cares Flip? No one listens to tapes in the house anymore.”
“But it’s nice to be able to pull out an old collection of tapes and play them, don’t you think?”
“I guess. I’d just buy the CD to replace the old tape.”
“Check this out then.”
He stood up and walked over to his shelf. On it sat a glass container with a CD inside of it. The CD was facing out, instead of laying down.
“Watch how this CD comes out.” He waved his hand in front of the stereo window and the glass windows slid open. “Ha Ha, yeah boy, you like that don’t you? Tell the truth that shit was dope, right, right?”
Flip was excited as hell. So I went along with it.