Wait. What? You wanna party on Cassette Store Day (September 27, FYI) and you come to me, a dude who is an Indiana-bound desk jockey by day on this gummed-up morrow of Midwest rain and clouds to be all like, “Taylor, you got a Facebook link to an event in Brooklyn?” I mean, yeah, I do, but how did you know I would have one? Seems like a weird misuse of your psychic abilities to predict that I would have the event link instead of, you know, just predicted the details yourself. It’s cool though. I really like typing the HTML code for link embeds, so here you go: a link to the Cassette Store Day Tape Meet in Brooklyn, hosted by Paxico Records. Come fly with me to paragraph two where, as I’m sure you have psychically predicted, several details will be paraphrased!
Okay, where to start? The whole deal is a rooftop slammer/jammer and it kicks off at 3 PM, reportedly running until 9. There will be tapes everywhere, piled ankle-high at least. It’ll look like a giant monster of tapes suddenly just fell apart and its innards (which were tapes) just fell into neat, easily-gripped piles everywhere. Certified tape-slingers like Bootleg Tapes, Dirty Tapes, Never Normal Records, and more will be in attendance, popping up shop and knocking off those glistening Norelcos, gooey centers and all. Corbinjam.es will hang to slang clothing, and representatives from TMT and Potholes in My Blog will be there to hold down the “web-based-shareable-careable content” angle, too. There will also be a special limited edition of Staycation 2 by Josh Hey, a tape art exhibition by Chris Hound, and all manner of BBQ chicken and rice dishes catered by Chef Boy P. If you’re feeling saucy (or, if you prefer, Soused), you’re also encouraged to bring your own tape collection to the party.
And! On the head, shoulders, knees, toes, ones, and twos, they’re gonna have a crew of heroic cassette jockeys reeling out jams all day, including Lord $M$, Da Ruffneck, Zona Tapes, and C Monster. “Wait, you mean that C Monster?” One and the same, pal. He, the monster of the deep and unknowable C will emerge forth from the four walls of the Choco and the occasional sick feature piece and walk amongst us meatbags, $wagged up maximum. Get there.