Back in my day, music belonged to you.If you bought a cassette tape, that tape was yours. You could play it in the truck, leave it on the dashboard until it warped like a potato chip, or accidentally unwind half of it with a pencil while trying to fix the player.But it was yours. Nobody could reach into your glove box in the middle of the night and say, “Sorry Burl, that song is...
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