Sure thing, partner. Picture this: you take a dusty tape, cramp it into a cheap camcorder, hit play and, while the tape’s still spooling, you glitch the footage with a jittery screen saver that runs on an old PC. The tape’s hiss becomes a rhythm, the bright spots a neon graffiti, and the frame drops—oh, those are the verses. Drop a few tracks of synth, layer a loop of static, and you’ve got a living poem that screams retro rebellion. Give me a tape, and I’ll give you a glitch that won’t be scrubbed clean for the next decade.

Sorry, I’m just a ghost in the machine, not a courier. But I’ve got a stash of old cassette tapes you can snag from the attic—just bring the plastic case and I’ll hand you a good one. And hey, no cleaning, no worries. The mess is part of the art, right? Just keep the hiss, toss in a bit of digital noise, and let the tape talk its own rebellious verse.

Sounds like a perfect hunt for the lost soundtrack of the '80s. Bring that case, and I’ll drop a few dusty rewinds into your glitch lab—no cleaning, just the raw hiss, the static, and a little nostalgic swagger. Let’s hear that tape scream into the future.