Oh, it's easy to make fun of this.
Wow, a Realistic brand 8-track player? The perfect complement to your seventies lifestyle--cruising down the smog-choked freeway, reeking of Hai Karate, cursing stagflation as you enjoy the mellow magic of Vicki Lawrence and Maureen McGovern as they were meant to be heard, using Realistic's patented Distort-O technology!
Yet, somehow, this just makes me kind of sad.
The Big New Now being sold here, the amazing world of car stereo, seems so achingly antiquated now...but won't the products of our own time seem embarrassingly outdated twenty or thirty years from now? Isn't everything ultimately obsolete? Doesn't the bloom of the new eventually fade from everything, leaving only dispassionate acceptance or bitter ennui? Isn't our entire civilization, everything we've ever known or cared about, destined to be a cosmic curio, of no greater final significance than a K-Tel Power Hits 8-track?
