every_thing_has_a_b_side perfectly_chaotic For years this cassette of mine only played on one side. It was as if the tape were jammed or the player was just plain broken. Stuck on repeat were tracks of tragedy, hate and self-loathing. After the tape became worn out I went to the store, only to find it was sold out, I had to get it in CD form. Turns out I was only hearing half the tracks, because I never bothered to turn over the tape; I never even noticed the b-side beside me. Beautiful bits of shared broken-ness were being played between me and the rest of the brotherhood of man. Maybe we aren't so broken after all, but sometimes have lost our contact lenses to look past our own loses. 110712 what's it to you? who go blather from