Ripping the guts out
I've packed up Howard Jones, Steve Winwood, Nanci Griffith, and Clint Black in the coffin of a cardboard box. And when the box arrives in Washington state, it will be opened and then their guts will be yanked out. Their guts will be respectfully and consciously disposed of but their version of external skin will be recycled into new products, which if the owner is fortunate, will symbolize a period of their life like the original packaging of the cassette tapes did for me. Just so there's no mistake, I'm not Mother Earth's best friend. I'm a pretty typical fair weather American friend as far as my lifestyle and consumption use. If you're an avid recycler and saw what I threw in the trash, you would unfriend me on Facebook. This cardboard box filled with cassette tapes of a Beatles anthology, the Best of ZZ Top and a dive into international music represented by Bollywood and Rueben Blades and ready to be shipped to GreenDisk, has nothing to do with ...