Conversation

My 13 year old discovered my four-track recorder in the basement, dragged it upstairs to ask if he could use it. Of course. His fingers turned knobs. Slid faders. We'll need cassette tapes, I said, and then I was struck by memories of hours/days I spent with four-track recorders so many years ago (the original Tascam was my companion - this one came later). Writing songs. Recording them. Boxes of master tapes exist. Years before this life, that was my life. I felt them merge. #smallstories