Death affects us in different ways. Some of us cry. Some of us isolate ourselves. Some of us turn into raging psycho hosebeasts who throw things against the wall. No matter how you grieve, you’ll need to get out your death shrouds today. Sony has killed the cassette Walkman.
I know, I know. Some of you readers don’t even remember a time when music wasn’t on an iPod or cell phone. But those of us aged 25+ counted on the Walkman to entertain us during those loooooong drives to Myrtle Beach with our parents, or to share tunes with our best friends (TWO headphone jacks, bitches!), or to up our cool factor as we bobbed our heads to the music while passing the black-clad rebels who were smoking behind the school.
But just as video killed the radio star, digital music players have all but killed mobile cassette players. Mobile CD players (which I still see daily on the city bus) surely aren’t far behind.
So as Japan and the world buys up the final batch of official Walkmen this year, let’s take a moment to remember our readers’ finest moments in Walkman history. Did you share a jack (um, headphone jack, sickos) with your 10th-grade crush? Did you wear out your cassette copy of “Please, Hammer, Don’t Hurt ‘Em?” Let us know in the comments, or tell us on Twitter with the hashtag #WalkmanNB.