Musical tastes? Best described as varied.

I've been having a bit of a clear out at home and came across a box of old compact cassettes, as they were offically known, or tapes to the rest of the world.
I bought my first CD player in early 1991 as a late Christmas present to myself, a Marantz, whcih has turned out to be a quality piece of kit which I still use in the home. Not long after that I bought a 12 CD mulitchanger which hopped from car to car over the next 15 years or so, only recently being consigned to a dusty shelf in the garage because my latest Vauxhall has a factory fitted stereo which, whilst only having a single disc is fitted into the dash and not as easily removed as the old DIN type stereos.
As a result of those purchases my earlier musical tastes were shoved into various boxes and hidden away in the loft and garage for almost twenty years, some of them having not turned in nearly thirty years. Rediscovering them after all this time was both nostalgic and cringeworthy. Some I would not listen to now even if it was the last thing I heard before having my ears sealed with concrete, whilst others are still in my crackle and hiss free CD collection. Strangley there are tapes there I have no recollection of buying - certainly some I would never admit too having paid money for. Yet listening to them they seem strangely familiar, I find myself humming along and mumbling the odd lyric. And given that some are from the mid eighties, you can be assured there are some very odd lyrics indeed.
I know that the sensible thing to do is just throw these things away; the technology is a relic of a bygone age, and the music is of questionable taste, even by my standards. yet I found myself dusting down the old Marantz twin tape deck that predated the matching CD by 12 months and couldn't resist spinning those tow little wheels again. Naturally they all work perfectly, no deterioration from their original poor quality at all. Lots of it was of course crap, but there were some gems in there, particularly the demo tapes and small volume productions made in garages and sold at gigs by bands on the club circuit I used to frequent many many summers ago. Some of these went on to make the big time (Beautiful South/House Martins) whilst Mike Greaves of MG Greaves and the Lonesome Too (who wrote for the Beautiful South) is, so far as I am aware still ticking over on the club scene today, and others just disappered into obscurity, like Eddie Twangs powerful Racket, and the Over Riders.
It's been a voyage of rediscovery, and having rekindled my interest in this music I have created a new task to occupy my time. The cassettes wil have to go of course, they are simply cluttering up the place. But first the best, and possibly the worse of them will be copied to MP3, and perhaps burnt to disc to play in the car once more.

Worringly I have just discovered another large box of very big black plastic CD's. Although bigger they don't contain any more music than a modern CD, even though they have used both sides of the huge 12" disc. Now if onyl I could find that old Wharfedale record player I used to have........ maybe in the loft?