There are times when I find that someone somewhere has written something that suomehow sums up what I'm thinking.

Disco sent me a link to this.

Wear your heart on your sleeves

But as I played my mix tape, and savoured the time and effort that went into its making, I knew, in my heart of hearts, that I would probably never make another. The mix tape, I realised, has become a kind of techno-primitive folk art, fetishised by nostalgists and, so I am reliably informed, by a certain kind of obsessive young fan in search of a certain kind of authenticity that they don't find via iTunes or LiveWire. In the end, the saddest thing about my mix tape was that I couldn't find anyone who still owned a tape recorder to give it to.