For a certain kind of boy, the “is it memorex or is it live” dude getting blown away by his speakers had amp, was the kind of guy you wanted to get laid like. But tape was all sham. Hard to use, bad quality, a hint of wire in its form, only the bequeathal of the mix tape--an epic artifact in the history of lovemaking--keeps tape free from complete historical failure, alive, perhaps, if mixed into some girls memory.