In 9th grade I got in a fight for hogging the Asteroids machine and broke my hand on the other kid's head. Because I couldn't take notes with my broken writing hand, the school gave me a comically-huge tape recorder with "TOWN HIGH SCHOOL PROPERTY" written in Sharpie on it.
The local FM rock station had a "Thursday Midnight Album Hour" when they played an entire, new-release album without interruptions. I defied my parents, stayed up late, connected the school-issued device to my receiver, and recorded the new, just-released AC/DC album.
On the bus the next morning, I popped in the TDK-SA90 cassette loaded with pirated content, and tentatively pressed Play. The opening chords of "Hells Bells" came out of the shitty speaker on the school-issued player. Bus driver gave me a smile in the mirror.
"HEY! That's the new AC/DC!" "Come back here!" "Turn it up!"
For a couple weeks while my left metacarpal healed, me and my school-authorized "boom box" were welcomed by the cool kids into the back of the bus (it didn't last).
No guilt for me -- I've bought physical copies of "Back in Black" multiple times since then.
The local FM rock station had a "Thursday Midnight Album Hour" when they played an entire, new-release album without interruptions. I defied my parents, stayed up late, connected the school-issued device to my receiver, and recorded the new, just-released AC/DC album.
On the bus the next morning, I popped in the TDK-SA90 cassette loaded with pirated content, and tentatively pressed Play. The opening chords of "Hells Bells" came out of the shitty speaker on the school-issued player. Bus driver gave me a smile in the mirror.
"HEY! That's the new AC/DC!" "Come back here!" "Turn it up!"
For a couple weeks while my left metacarpal healed, me and my school-authorized "boom box" were welcomed by the cool kids into the back of the bus (it didn't last).
No guilt for me -- I've bought physical copies of "Back in Black" multiple times since then.