Before the Internet, before downloading, to own the latest top 40 hits, you only really had two options: buying cassingles at the mall or, even better (and cheaper), dubbing songs from the radio onto blank cassette tapes.
At least once a week, I’d walk up to the Eckerd’s in Mayfair Village and buy a three-pack of blank Maxell 60s, the feeling of control firmly in hand as you fit about fifteen or twenty songs, the first five seconds invariably cut off as you rushed to hit record, onto each side.