Ah, the original Walkman! Ancient music tech with all the charm of a brick – and the heft of one.
Listen, when you can suck all of music history from the cloud into a svelte phone, there’s a chance you’ve been spoilt. But Sony’s chunky delight was a genuine slice of wonder 45 years ago. Finally, you could take your own music anywhere, without the inconvenience of trailing a massive extension cord behind you and trying to balance a record player on your head while carrying an amp and speakers. Not that Stuff ever tried that, obviously. Well, certainly not more than once.
But the Walkman wasn’t that much more portable. And it didn’t even have a belt clip.
No, presumably on the basis that the weight would’ve pulled down your trousers – though brave souls did try with subsequent plastic contraptions. The original, though, had a fancy carrying case with a shoulder strap. Various models of Walkman also integrated the strap directly into the unit. This was handy for carting one about but also for giving you the means to swing the thing around like a mace and give someone a swift crack about the head if they dared ridicule the genius mix you’d committed to your C90.
Oh yes, cassette – the music medium from hell. Who’d celebrate that abomination?
You might if you fully appreciated music as an art form. Great skill and patience were required to fashion the perfect mix tape. You’d listen to it again and again, each time finding something new, rather than flitting between 30 million albums like a glutton at an all-you-can-eat buffet. As for celebrating, haven’t you heard? Cassettes are back! (Blame hipsters.) And the TPS-L2 has even been infused into mainstream media thanks to Peter Quill’s exploits in Guardians of the Galaxy. Perhaps life really does begin at 40.
