“Inside a small cardboard box the size of a postcard was a cassette tape. I figured Everett had made a mix tape which included some of ‘our songs,’ and I was partially right. Laying on my bed with my little cassette player and earphones, I listened. It sounded like he was taping songs from a nearby radio, starting with the Fleetwood Mac song that played when we had first made out, indoors, at least. But Everett’s voice came in, whisper-singing, making up accompanying lyrics that sometimes made n...o grammatical sense, but which told of that afternoon on his bed. He even mentioned the tree cookies. Apparently he had a portable cassette recorder and separate radio, or had borrowed one, because the background noises fluctuated from what was probably his dorm room during a moment alone to some other room. A few of those had been interrupted by a door sound, some brief chatting. But as the tape continued with abrupt stop-starts as segues, Everett found acoustically sound areas, and sang along to Cheap Trick’s “Dream Police”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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