tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10505212017664026712024-02-21T10:02:58.322+00:00KassettenkopfKassettenkopf could be described as an art project, however the perpetrator would sooner refer to it as "this thing that I do".
Mixtapes are composed spontaneously, usually in one night, decorated, and left in public places in the hope that someone will find them and listen to them.
Even more vain is the hope that the finder/listener will look up the link written on every tape, find this blog, and leave a comment or email neinneinnein999@gmail.comMice Hellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14151553650399414971noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050521201766402671.post-40260618351499533112009-12-26T00:04:00.002+00:002009-12-26T00:08:10.525+00:00Mice Hell "Website"I have created a Wordpress blog in an attempt to up my officiality.<br /><br /><a href="http://popesclaw.wordpress.com/">MICE HELL WEBSITE = POPESCLAW.WORDPRESS.COM</a><br /><br />Still being tweaked but it's comprehensive enough... <br /><br /><a href="http://popesclaw.wordpress.com/kassettenkopf/">HERE</a> is the section about Kassettenkopf.Mice Hellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14151553650399414971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050521201766402671.post-86834940995342334392009-11-29T01:50:00.003+00:002009-11-29T01:54:53.044+00:00Written April 2008<strong><em>We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; <span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves</span>.</em></strong><br /><br /><br />I leave tapes.<br /><br />I make mix-tapes, I make them as strange and confusing as possible – poorly recorded conversations about food and tv and bodily functions, electronic interferences, noises taken out of context, extracts from tape-books, segments from other found tapes (this one embodies the anonymous/collaborative nature of the act – to be complicit, participant, but alone, unknown), and probably more actual songs than I’d care to admit.<br /><br />I decorate them in an irrelevant or inappropriate way, I write the web address three times – one on each side – I stick them in a little plastic bag and I LEAVE THEM. Send them out into the hostile de-analogised world where hardly anybody even owns a tape deck anymore. While I do this with that strange pride that comes from feeling alone, original, strange, at the heart of the act is a barely-acknowledged desire to reach out, to touch another human being in the way that I have been touched, intentionally or (probably) not, by several other former tape-makers, most of whom have probably since grown up and thrown out all their old cassettes.<br /><br />A labour of love wasted on an unappriciative stranger – does this belie a shameful faith in humanity, in some kind of “human spirit”?<br /><br />No.<br /><br />I just like to fantasise about the reaction of the listener (or, at least, the finder, as I’m not so naive to assume all of the tapes are actually listened to). The more abstract these tapes become, however, the more they seem to be created for me.<br /><br />Me, myself, Mice – surely I’m the only person who gets a thrill from being able to pick out a conversation behind a hissing wall on a cassette with the volume above 20 and the headphones clamped to my ears.<br /><br />The near-blank tapes I’ve found myself reward the patient headphoned listener with a cough, a sniff, breathing – somebody moving around the room (WHAT room? These are the things that intrigue me. Where is that room, who is in it, why are they recording but not talking? WHEN am I listening to?).<br /><br />To find an actual taped conversation would be amazing. The tapes of songs, most of them tasteless crap, are as close as I have managed to come to this, recorded as I assume they were great care and love. So this is what I create, decorate and abandon, a mixture of all these things, pretentious as fuck but actually just for the craic. I abandon them in order that someone will find them, and I wish the someone could be me, finding this bizarrely decorated piece of near-obsolete technology, with the strangest content possible – the conversations, noises, songs, scrapes.<br /><br />I do it on the assumption – or the perverse hope – that there is someone out there like me. Even just a little bit like me.<br /><br />And is this proof that my actions undermine my words, my stated belief in my own solitude and singularity?<br /><br />I don’t need to meet them. I don’t even need proof they exist. I just make tapes for some other me; the ultimate delight would be to find one of my tapes again, in another place.<br />Self-gratification.Mice Hellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14151553650399414971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050521201766402671.post-1908991493285579012008-08-20T23:13:00.005+01:002008-08-20T23:43:08.684+01:00Tape the Eleventh: Heaaaaaaaaadcleanrrrrrr Cosmic PhysicsTape number eleven.<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFH-eAABaUQATQeJ6GoHI7nKgxGevA8G9wXHZ4-lYYOhRoJKHkNuu_UNWldLCaHON4y-g1xpyvHHoWVm42X0WVosasTGZE7hrdH7gMmjSc-4BDr5zqOrDlhLydeFk5Rn8_3qTercRAuhW/s1600-h/heaaaaaaadcleannerrrrr.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236727128781859218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFH-eAABaUQATQeJ6GoHI7nKgxGevA8G9wXHZ4-lYYOhRoJKHkNuu_UNWldLCaHON4y-g1xpyvHHoWVm42X0WVosasTGZE7hrdH7gMmjSc-4BDr5zqOrDlhLydeFk5Rn8_3qTercRAuhW/s400/heaaaaaaadcleannerrrrr.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>90mins long, type 1 cassette in pale blue tranlucent plastic casing, manufactured by Maxell. Should play in any cassette player but is probably more likely to dirty your heads than cleanse.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPEQc9Up3OMK4u8MufLj-YK0HNqctK0AjLAU5j5oyWOF4XPhVNT64x389Adfy4TqPEUlAgrmKorxqnLFnHtgn_6IxHmtBptcdfrNLZD3KoNpdpTPKJb7GAJxqNQ_MoLUyvsTfPGy9YOj4A/s1600-h/Noname.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236727127996868098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPEQc9Up3OMK4u8MufLj-YK0HNqctK0AjLAU5j5oyWOF4XPhVNT64x389Adfy4TqPEUlAgrmKorxqnLFnHtgn_6IxHmtBptcdfrNLZD3KoNpdpTPKJb7GAJxqNQ_MoLUyvsTfPGy9YOj4A/s400/Noname.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p>Left sellotaped to railings outside what turns out to be the School of Cosmic Physics, <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&geocode=&q=merrion+square+dublin,+ireland&sll=53.355879,-6.2677&sspn=0.199992,0.615234&ie=UTF8&ll=53.340822,-6.248024&spn=0.003126,0.009613&t=h&z=17">5 Merrion Square North</a>, at approximately 12.15pm on Wednesday 20th of August, 2008.</p>Mice Hellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14151553650399414971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050521201766402671.post-38253656082143072232008-07-25T17:49:00.005+01:002008-07-25T18:06:54.398+01:00Tape the Tenth: Impressions of Outer EarTape number ten.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtVIWjezV0u5_-q9UPuYwOFThqg0G3luDUSRZVKaCzv8soaFQZZThhcLilSZKqyN3ZDCcEOo3JICIsuY5XQVfeJZLNqfsrfkIlZrijs2tkZLgFLuX_6v6xBJ3RG7Siy5O0bi0eihj8GMlv/s1600-h/tape10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226997914361443842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtVIWjezV0u5_-q9UPuYwOFThqg0G3luDUSRZVKaCzv8soaFQZZThhcLilSZKqyN3ZDCcEOo3JICIsuY5XQVfeJZLNqfsrfkIlZrijs2tkZLgFLuX_6v6xBJ3RG7Siy5O0bi0eihj8GMlv/s400/tape10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />60mins long, type 1 cassette in transparent clear plastic casing, manufactured by Strand. Should play in any cassette player and portrays outer<st></st> ear.<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxr7dcIN0YdOO9ZSt3h0S1u0mMOU3NsmLvCuFV7ioJdqeHyYnZbqH2kaoz4CDvHi0vo4kEPj5xI6C0LcsX7OOwx2-Co77e9ArK4HlhUV7sHDkLzinTKn_6isWEr_O_mL-hiAQ3sS_fHQTz/s1600-h/mapsss.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226997648034919058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxr7dcIN0YdOO9ZSt3h0S1u0mMOU3NsmLvCuFV7ioJdqeHyYnZbqH2kaoz4CDvHi0vo4kEPj5xI6C0LcsX7OOwx2-Co77e9ArK4HlhUV7sHDkLzinTKn_6isWEr_O_mL-hiAQ3sS_fHQTz/s400/mapsss.jpg" border="0" /></a>Left on <u>the railings of the big church on Lower Dominic Street</u>, at approximately <u>1.45pm on Monday 25th of July, 2008</u>. </div><div></div><div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Mice Hellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14151553650399414971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050521201766402671.post-85496550876502937032008-07-15T19:18:00.004+01:002008-07-15T19:30:15.370+01:00Tape the Ninth; And God Made The PlatypusTape number nine.<br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvvMdqa0yFxuvOgjirve8c3BBHwHsO2P4Pc9GQr3dEJ5Xc_T5uZF-rJs11QzuDWWIuvrox-8PLjZxNp6W-Iv26POinuzB2K8ncNwvmHYEV1j5DMj4OzcEIunK-7VLTqIavuUIEtoNbbpJr/s1600-h/platytape.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223307540175380738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvvMdqa0yFxuvOgjirve8c3BBHwHsO2P4Pc9GQr3dEJ5Xc_T5uZF-rJs11QzuDWWIuvrox-8PLjZxNp6W-Iv26POinuzB2K8ncNwvmHYEV1j5DMj4OzcEIunK-7VLTqIavuUIEtoNbbpJr/s400/platytape.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />90mins long, type 1 cassette in translucent grey plastic casing, manufactured byMitsubishi. Should play in any cassette player and is attractively decorated with... attractive things. And table scraps.<br /><div></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLukZrkywlk9jj_0es0hPKGPWSk_UCpXie7LJCHkGG7WnUTOASW8aFmRkCQFcnaCX96EMyyQoTIUzwOCHosK8g3LfiE-IQa9_LVwGFFjb03RtLb-i4r90yAEfPRLYH6Izzcnf8teQj1IIV/s1600-h/maaaap.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223308028097861282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLukZrkywlk9jj_0es0hPKGPWSk_UCpXie7LJCHkGG7WnUTOASW8aFmRkCQFcnaCX96EMyyQoTIUzwOCHosK8g3LfiE-IQa9_LVwGFFjb03RtLb-i4r90yAEfPRLYH6Izzcnf8teQj1IIV/s400/maaaap.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Left on <u>that little grey-blue painted ledge right across from the George on South Great Georges Street</u>, at approximately 12.15pm on Monday 14th of July, 2008.</div><div></div></div>Mice Hellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14151553650399414971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050521201766402671.post-14765796568854812382008-07-09T23:50:00.006+01:002008-07-10T00:17:24.673+01:00Letter-box Dublin<div>Not<em> technically</em> a Kassettenkopf tape proper, as it differs from the rest of these hopeless cases in that I have a vague I idea who will listen to it (the fact that I have any certainty that it will be listened to also differentiates it). It is "addressed" (and I do actually speak directly to "someone" on this one) to the people/person behind <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=375880234">Letter-Box Dublin</a>.<br /><br /></div><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_kaAQKynayuJ9nvl49I4lSFPBJnLY1KyukOGIfgezScmf2T-XFKbCL3rmubZe-V56oxjRVm_qcbntGlu_x2-mE-c8Ra1Na-Y1O2SbNJA4I0zXxwSMJ-3BKUXpToImPcni8JTt35ZpZbX_/s1600-h/letterbox+tape.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221153311582851570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_kaAQKynayuJ9nvl49I4lSFPBJnLY1KyukOGIfgezScmf2T-XFKbCL3rmubZe-V56oxjRVm_qcbntGlu_x2-mE-c8Ra1Na-Y1O2SbNJA4I0zXxwSMJ-3BKUXpToImPcni8JTt35ZpZbX_/s400/letterbox+tape.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />60mins long, type 1 cassette in opaque black plastic casing, manufacturer unknown. Adamov.<br />Left in the letter box in the <u>little laneway down the side of The George that seems to be called Dame Lane</u>, at approximately <u>12.00 on Wednesday 10th of July, 2008</u>. </p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7TFLQxwj9p4ZzrP2aJ0CHnnpQ1sR0O759wh5yJlCWjiHEk_lUaujBSNw2hT5lL8aP9FuMoCCwB6NjvjyneuaKP589AoA_7XQO5hotL7964M9sKjmtELx_gtNSCl4thq4SqlDtc2bs7PE/s1600-h/Noname.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221156275018784290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7TFLQxwj9p4ZzrP2aJ0CHnnpQ1sR0O759wh5yJlCWjiHEk_lUaujBSNw2hT5lL8aP9FuMoCCwB6NjvjyneuaKP589AoA_7XQO5hotL7964M9sKjmtELx_gtNSCl4thq4SqlDtc2bs7PE/s400/Noname.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>Not in a plastic bank bag;<br /></p><br /><br /><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9P9Owh6nN5MutIaWN6-fJo9jSJ2a61DV1PlMiznma3sODSN2jXyRTbjNMYxeMuIG-fFKqg_bGDLvKpM-CBCU6o4-mgfiPk0qxgS7IMO6Q0oVihzyo0jzQsiaf2zrFyVIZn1mD9RYaEie/s1600-h/DSC01048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221155560780333122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9P9Owh6nN5MutIaWN6-fJo9jSJ2a61DV1PlMiznma3sODSN2jXyRTbjNMYxeMuIG-fFKqg_bGDLvKpM-CBCU6o4-mgfiPk0qxgS7IMO6Q0oVihzyo0jzQsiaf2zrFyVIZn1mD9RYaEie/s400/DSC01048.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p>Mice Hellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14151553650399414971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050521201766402671.post-78620588088929905222008-06-06T00:36:00.012+01:002008-06-12T18:15:37.382+01:00Tape the Eighth; Tit-tape (One is for killin', the other's for fun)Tape number eight<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvo0IJ_4I9vymY4BGy1V0sZm7k3iAgbf78bOjOo9Tf6j2oUUHpTDklIe9JBJwkszuHGBr01UIozvXY9fcg1fK30qhn0h8qwpD8XpDQTDxJqoYfuO-CApGYczIiz1uWJ7_8PQKfNoET8L0e/s1600-h/tittape.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211044561309936210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvo0IJ_4I9vymY4BGy1V0sZm7k3iAgbf78bOjOo9Tf6j2oUUHpTDklIe9JBJwkszuHGBr01UIozvXY9fcg1fK30qhn0h8qwpD8XpDQTDxJqoYfuO-CApGYczIiz1uWJ7_8PQKfNoET8L0e/s400/tittape.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />90mins long, type 1 cassette in opaque black plastic casing, manufactured by Crown (yeah, me neither). Should play in any cassette player and is attractively decorated with mammary glands.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYvGxXsCvtfRXd4ySlhyphenhyphenqgUQ0IMbnIt-wQ4dVNC__TmpeTV0s-NqN4FZhypc5gIg09EBBOb5BPB9kNFPAGrWgveq9rPO1g5V-UT1Mpk6aS7WKApwtGGAmUH7_Rveb__K0i30WEIQynnx8i/s1600-h/Nonameerer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211043953582832594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYvGxXsCvtfRXd4ySlhyphenhyphenqgUQ0IMbnIt-wQ4dVNC__TmpeTV0s-NqN4FZhypc5gIg09EBBOb5BPB9kNFPAGrWgveq9rPO1g5V-UT1Mpk6aS7WKApwtGGAmUH7_Rveb__K0i30WEIQynnx8i/s400/Nonameerer.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Left on a ledge beside the side-door into Connolly Station on Amiens Street, Dublin 1, at approximately 9.10am on Thursday 12th of June, 2008. </div><div><br /><br /><div></div><div> </div></div>Mice Hellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14151553650399414971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050521201766402671.post-366864729243327242008-06-01T00:24:00.005+01:002008-06-02T00:53:45.714+01:00Web foodSome interesting links:<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.polaralert.com/exhibition/top100/index.html">Polar Alert Top 100</a>.<br />Look I <em>know</em>, I <em>know</em>, that background would probably sell for 200 euro in Urban Outfitters and as such I should be rolling my eyes and moving on. Someone collected 100 blank audio cassette covers and made another online timewaster - however it does resemble nether regions of my own room and looks really slick.<br />Easily written off as an example of pop culture's current schoolgirl crush on the 80s, but it... <em>pertains...</em> to the rest of this post and this blog and I'll regret losing the link if I don't save it.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.harsmedia.com/Chronson/FT/">HarSmedia Found Tapes </a><br /><br />The website/blog of Dutch artist Harold Schellinx. Among (<a href="http://www.tunedcity.de/?page_id=180">many)other things</a>, he picks up pieces of tape on the street and listens to them. YES. He then records them in his blog and as far as I can make out most of them are up on his site as mp3s so you can have a bittova listen. The <a href="http://www.harsmedia.com/SoundBlog/">SoundBlog</a> is interesting reading in itself.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://www.loca-lab.org/">Loca</a>. Stalking in the name of art, yes fucking please. They installed bluetooth nodes in various places in San José, which were able to track anyone with Bluetooth activated on their phone. They then sent them messages commenting on things they'd just done, the messages getting progressively more unsettling as time went by. Must try that sometime.<br /></p>Mice Hellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14151553650399414971noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050521201766402671.post-18104244994515983792008-04-12T01:13:00.008+01:002008-04-12T01:33:52.092+01:00Tape the Seventh; Being Welcomed to the Jungle (with Fun and Games)Tape number seven<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c105/remei/mein%20kunst/?action=view&current=berlintape.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c105/remei/mein%20kunst/berlintape.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />60mins long, type 1 cassette in opaque black plastic casing, manufactured by BASF or EMTEC or whatever they called it. Should play in any cassette player and is decorated with the airport-barcode from my suitcase, while side two depicts part of the room I slept in while I was in Berlin.<br /><br />Left on a window ledge on the Oranienburgerstrasse end of <u>Auguststrasse, Berlin-Mitte</u>, at approximately <u>18.30 on Thursday 10th of April, 2008</u>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c105/remei/mein%20kunst/?action=view&current=j.jpg" target="_blank"><img height="490" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c105/remei/mein%20kunst/j.jpg" width="545" border="0" /></a>Mice Hellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14151553650399414971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050521201766402671.post-16882046909622593732008-03-27T13:41:00.001+00:002008-03-27T13:42:26.427+00:00Tape the Sixth; Is It Life?<strong><span style="font-size:100%;">Tape number 6</span></strong><br /><br /><img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c105/remei/mein%20kunst/isitlife.jpg" /><br /><br />90mins long, Type 1 cassette in opaque black plastic casing, manufactured by Philips. Should play in any cassette player and is decorated with green acrylic and the wise words of Flann O'Brien.<br /><br />Left on a window ledge in that <u>little alley off Middle Abbey Street that seems to be called Batchelor's Way</u> at approximately <u>3.15pm on 26th of March, 2008.<br /></u>In a plastic bank bag.<br /><br /><img alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c105/remei/mein%20kunst/Snap1.jpg" />Mice Hellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14151553650399414971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050521201766402671.post-63083785367338932592008-03-27T13:34:00.003+00:002008-03-27T13:41:30.111+00:00Previous tapesThis has been going on since summer 2007. I've been using a livejournal account, but I don't think the layout of livejournal is very easy to understand if you've never used it before - profile information goes on a completely different page, the archive isn't very well organised, and the url is a bit awkward to write on the tapes themselves.<br />Blogger.com is more user-friendly, so I'm moving here.<br />Previous tapes are to be found <a href="http://kassettenkopf.livejournal.com">here</a><br /><br />For those of you who have followed here from livejournal, I'm looking into syndicating this account so you can get it on your friends pages.Mice Hellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14151553650399414971noreply@blogger.com