Musicians turn to NFTs in hunt for fresh profits
He asked for it back. I mean, seriously, he wants it back! What the…? I mean, a mix tape is a sacred thing. Personal. Intimate. I remember when he gave it to me and I played it for the first time. The tracks were… perfect, at the time. Before it all went wrong, obviously. Each one selected and then arranged. He wasn’t bad I suppose. But now he wants them back. Er, no. The mix tape is mine. The songs are mine, as much as the memories are. When he gave it to me, that was it. Ask my lawyer.