When my memories become someone else's nostalgia

Image by Gianni Crestani from Pixabay
It's interesting watching a technology that felt new to me (even though it was quite old at the time I was using it) suddenly get renewed attention.
I still remember the first cassette album I owned. I'm sure it wasn't literally the first cassette tape I owned and I'm not sure whether I bought it with my allowance or if it was a present. I would name drop it but it turns out not all the artists from my youth listening to CCM became queer affirming. Some of them became pretty rancid!
The album meant a lot to me at the time. It's hard to think of that album without hearing the slightly imperfect warble of the tape speeding up and down just slightly as it played in my headphones.