Garage sale mixed tapes played at Dinosaurs and Robots

Mister Jalopy buys mixed tapes at garage sales, and we are playing them at Dinosaurs and Robots. This week on Mixed Tape Friday Night, Maria takes over the Trenton College Radio studio for "Everybody is a DJ Week." All extraneous audio, static, tape stretch, door slams and sorority sister antics have been included for your listening pleasure.
200803080845Every Friday night, Dinosaurs and Robots will upload a dusty cassette mixed tape! Found at garage sales and junkyard glove boxes, mixed tapes provide all the voyeuristic thrills of reading somebody’s diary without the related ethical quandaries.

Tune in each week for a new exploration into heavy metal thunder road trips, teenage bedroom melancholy meltdowns, college radio clunkers, headbanger barf bag parties, glam rock glitter fests, industrial punch-your-lights-out rockers and the ill-advised tapes created by lovers soon to be spurned. Before collaborative filtering, music was hand selected for us by those who know us best.



  1. I think my friends and I have enough old, dusty mix cassettes in our collective garages to keep us going for years.

    Remember that the cassette audio tape was one of the most popular audio formats ever, until the now (near extinct) CD took over

    In fact, most of us ARE TRYING TO GET RID OF our old, dusty mix cassettes…and Dinosaurs and Robots has put together apodcast of this stuff?

    Listening to a podcast of other people’s mixtapes seems like cruel and unusual punishment – sorry I’ll pass – eeek!

  2. For years I would swipe cassettes out of answering machines at thrift stores and garage sales to listen to the messages. There’s tons of neat, funny, depressing, illegal, and sexy messages out there for the taking.

  3. @ Gornzilla:

    Me too! Wow they can be depressing. There was one I will never forget. A husband called to leave a message that he’d be out late. He sounded angry. Partway through the message, his wife picked up and she asked him when he’d be back, to which he replied noncommittally. They weren’t abusive or anything, but they were just very cold. The woman was very guarded, clearly wanting him home, but not wanting to upset him further. Finally the guy says “Okay, well, I’ll see you later. Bye.” She says, “Okay,” but the guy hangs up a split second before she says “I love you.” Pause, sigh, click.

    I wonder where that tape is… I used to have a lot of wonderful found tapes.

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