“To Be Played in Ten Years.”
The loaded title stared back at me with such taunting words.
“Play me,” it goaded.
I turned the cassette tape over in my hands. The same title was printed in red pen on the other side.
I may as well have found the Treasure of the Sierra Madre in my parents’ garage. I mean, this was jackpot.
Two weekends ago, Larry and I had a whirlwind weekend driving down to NJ and back in just over 24 hours. He had to pick up his new car since he sold his Scion the week before. He bought a 2002 BMW station wagon from a family friend, so naturally, when my parents found out we were driving something home with a decently-sized trunk, they strongly encouraged us to take home some of the dozen-plus boxes of my childhood.
While I didn’t grab them all, we brought home some fun gems: a bag full of McDonald’s toys from the late 80s and early 90s, for example. I also brought home some of the finest mid-90s young adult literature you could ever want: R.L. Stine, Natalie Babbitt, and others.
My parents’ garage truly is the Fertile Crescent of my childhood.
. . .
One of those gems was a basket of cassette tapes; well, what I thought were cassette tapes: most were empty cases with covers like Michael Jackson’s Thriller or Elton John’s Greatest Hits (what can I say… I had a wide taste in music as a child).
I found this lone tape sitting in the bottom of the basket, with no cover or case and only these words printed in red ink: “To Be Played in Ten Years.”
Of course, there was no date.
“Larry, you’ll never believe what I just found,” I said, poking my head up from the ruins of my childhood. “I’m pretty sure I made a cassette tape time capsule. Do we have a tape deck in the house?”
And of course, because we live in the 21st century, not a single tape-playing device was to be found in our home. So this past Saturday afternoon, I was on a mission: to find a reasonably-priced tape deck.
I started at Walmart. They had a CD/casette/radio boombox for $45. A bit pricier than what I thought antiquated technology of the 90s should have cost, so I headed to BJ’s Wholesale, because I’ve seen plenty of vestiges of the past sold in bulk there. Get to BJ’s and their Sony boombox with a tape deck cost $50. Surely Best Buy must still sell tape decks, I think. And they do. For $70, in fact – and it was the same Sony model I saw at BJ’s. Finally, in resignation, I headed to Target, as a last ditch act of desperation. Lo and behold, I found some crappy no-name brand boombox, with CD and tape deck for $30.
I’ll take it. $30 for a glimpse into my childhood is a price well paid.
. . .
I gingerly placed the old cassette tape into the boombox. Larry wanted to listen with me and after some arm-twisting, I agreed. I’d just have to grit my teeth and bear the second-hand embarrassment for my younger self.
I was terrified to hit play. I thought for sure this was something I had recorded right after Larry and I had started dating, so I figured it would start with a pining soliloquy about my high school sweetheart at the time.
I hit the play button, the tape winding to life and that familiar recorded ambient noise hiss filling the room.
As I heard the first words: “Hello. This is Christina Keiko Suwa…” I was shocked at how young I sounded. I realized in just the first few seconds that this was something I had recorded long before I even met Larry.
He sat there in astonishment to hear my voice sound so tinny and petite. Frankly, I did too.
“Hello. This is Christina Keiko Suwa, twenty years, no ten- ten years before you open this letter, or pop this tape into a cassette machine, if you happen to have one at the present time.”
Even as a young person, I had a sense that the cassette tape was a dying technology 😉
Most of the A side was me singing songs from musicals in which I had performed. I was singing along, banging away at my little Casio keyboard, like a nightingale from my youth. It was surreal. I spent much of the A side fast-forwarding because I was just so embarrassed to hear myself sing.
When we flipped over to the B side, I only had a couple of songs left in me, apparently. One of them was a particularly lovely rendition of a duet that I sang where I actually sang both parts at the same time. I recorded the other voice part and played it from another radio while I sang along and recorded on the master tape. I’m not going to lie: pretty damn clever for a 13-year-old, if I do say so myself.
I then spent 5 minutes talking about my crush of the moment, who I’ll name only by initials here: MB. He was “soooo gorgeous” according to 13-year-old Keiko. I mused about “maybe I’ll ask him out on the last day of school.” (I never did.) What’s particularly hysterical is that dear MB came out of the closet his freshmen year of college. Gaydar was a concept lost upon my 13-year-old self.
And then I started talking about all the things I was into at the moment. It was so strange to hear me talk about my favorite TV shows and movies at the time. It was also pretty embarrassing to hear just how much of a nerd I was… I mean, like whoa. I may as well have walked off the set of Revenge of the Nerds. It didn’t help that I got a wicked case of the hiccups while recording the last half of the tape.
What was fun was trying to figure out when I actually recorded this tape, as I made no mention of the current date during my ramblings. I talked about shows on TV I was watching at the time, including VR.5, an extremely short-lived sci-fi drama on FOX. After a little Google-fu, I learned that VR.5 only aired from March to May 1995, so it was a good bet that I had recorded this tape sometime during that span of time.
Before I signed off, I briefly waxed prophetic, wishing my 10+ years older self a nice life. It was truly endearing to listen to this younger, idyllic version of myself call through all these years to my present self. Larry and I laughed.
“Man, you were pretty nerdy back then,” Larry chuckled.
I softly punched him in the arm. “Aw, shut up. I bet you were just as nerdy, if not more so.”
He smiled, “It was cool to hear you so young. Thanks for letting me listen.”
I smiled back. “Sure thing. And you’re right. I totally was a nerd.”
. . .
I certainly can’t write this whole time about a 17-year-old audio recording of myself and not let you have a listen. I digitized it this weekend and set it to video to include some visual references to the things I mention throughout the recording.
So, in all my second-hand embarrassed for my younger self glory, here is 13-year-old Keiko, fresh from her audio time capsule.
Jjiraffe says
OMG!! This is so great on so many levels. My favorite bit was the Star Trek captain face palm. Seriously hilarious. And the Vince Gill bit. What the heck was VR.5? Somehow I missed out on a 90s show?! I wish I could have heard you sing, though.
When Darcy and I had been dating for not a long time, my parents professed to him my “great talent” for the piano. They then dragged out an old tape player and pushed play. They had secretly recorded me singing and playing the piano (!) when I was 8 or 9 and I most definitely did NOT have a God-given gift for either. I cringed as Darcy made
faces while my parents looked as if they were listening to Beverly Sills.
Have you ever seen the 30 Rock where we meet Tina Fey’s parents and they are WAY too supportive? That’s the Carrolls 🙂
Anyway, this was seriously hilarious, amazing and awesome. Thank you for posting.
Justine says
Like everyone else, I think this is completely awesome. What a gift, to be able to hear yourself. And how funny to think about where you were then, and how the person you are now is both different and not different at all …
Chickenpig says
That is just sooo cool 🙂 Nerdy cool!
Mo says
Wow. Wow. Wow.
I have nothing more eloquent to say right now.
Wow.
Alexicographer says
This is utterly charming, from a fellow, but much older, x-files fan.
I have just worked out that my stepdaughter is older than you and, I suppose, any number of infertility bloggers. Wow. I can’t quite tell you how weird that feels.
JJ says
How freaking cool! Im such a sucker for nostalgia — I should have done something like this 🙂 I did get to read essays that I wrote to myself in 7th grade–what a trip.
Very cool, and I too, have a cassette player in my car like HereWeGoAJen
Lori Lavender Luz says
Agreed with my co-commenters. This is AWESOMENESS.
My sisters and I made up commercials and taped them. How I wish I could find one of those. And I remember once I did a flute trio with myself.
Time capsules rock. And your post makes me all wistful.
HereWeGoAJen says
That was all kinds of awesome. Somewhere, my family has a cassette tape of me when I was something like five years old. I am pretty much the same age as you and I have a lot of the same middle school memories. I was quite a nerd, more than you, I’d say. 🙂
And I still have a cassette player in my car, as I am that old fashioned apparently.
JW Moxie says
Keiko, this is one of the most amazing posts that I have ever read ANYWHERE. I wish that I had an actual recording of myself from when I was 13/14ish. I think I’m going to get my kids to make time capsules like this. They’ll get a kick out of it.
In watching this video, I’m just now realizing that you’re the same age as my younger middle sister. I always tend to think of bloggers as being the same age as or older than me, mostly because all through my life, the people I’ve associated with have ALWAYS been older than me. I skipped Kindergarten, and I’ve always been the youngest person in my group of friends. In fact, I was the youngest person in my high school graduating class.
Even though there were four years difference between us, we had a lot in common back in ’95. At the time you recorded this tape, I was just a few months shy of graduation. We could have hung out. 😉
Esperanza says
Oh my god! I LOVE it! You are too funny (both now and then). What a wonderful thing to have. You know, my friend and I used to make tape after tape of ourselves doing these “shows”. I believe we were called the Pointless Mutterings of the Banana Convention (wow, that just came to me out of NOWHERE!) Anyway, I wonder if I could dig them up. This really makes me want to. Thanks for having the balls to put part of it on the internets. I appreciate that very much.
This made my Monday. So awesome!
The Barreness says
Thank you so very much for this!!
I love that you kept recording with your hiccups so cool!
What a great gift to give yourself, then and now!