One of my fondest memories from growing up in the 90s was how comparatively difficult it was to find, capture, and play on-demand the music you liked.

Of course you could always go buy a cd, but I remember listening to the radio for hours and taping my favorite songs when they came on.

And then of course you’d get pissed when the DJ cut it off early and stole the last chorus from your recording.

Reading magazines to discover new bands. Experimenting with radio stations. Catching the always amazing college stations when you were driving near schools.

Your taste was almost like a reflection of the effort you put in. The explorations were earned and worked for. And you cherished every single unearthed banger.