About me

I grew up in Cairo with a shoebox of my father’s cassettes under the bed. When the box came to me, the tapes were fading, and I decided to save them before they were gone.

Now I look for old Arabic pop cassettes in markets, taxis and attics. I clean them, play them, write down what is on the label and keep a copy for my archive.

Each Friday I write about one tape: where I found it, who I think made it and what it sounded like. I do not sell the music. I sell what I make about it, and a way to start your own box.