Friday, 17 May 2002 | Backward

I have a tape of a tape of Depeche Mode's Music for the Masses, half of which plays backward. Apparently I recorded it like that, a twisted tape onto a healthy tape, though I don't think it was intentional. I've heard it enough times that I can anticipate exactly where on the tape it happens, when the synthesizers and voices turn satanic and get sucked out of the speakers like a soprano vacuum cleaner, over and over again, sweep, sweep, sweep. Today in the car, on my way home from work, I left it playing after the transition, as I sometimes do, wondering where I could go besides home. I didn't think of any place. Sucked out of the speakers and out of my open windows, along with my hair.