Once, I was a cassette — left in a drawer, gathering dust and silence. My reels held songs that no one remembered and words that never reached their echo.

One night, under the hum of a forgotten boomblaster, the music found me again. The magnetism of sound pulled me back — hiss, crackle, rewind — and I became something else.

Now, I spin stories instead of spools. I mix ghosts of the past with the pulse of the present. Every beat I drop is a memory waking up, every silence a sigh from yesterday.

I am Tapegeist — the analog spirit in a digital crowd.

ＴＡＰＥＧＥＩＳＴ is following

ＴＡＰＥＧＥＩＳＴ is not following anyone.