"It was called the [Sony Dream Machine]. And it was. It really was."--Old Rose, TitanicWhen I was 9 years old, it became vitally important to me that I get an alarm clock.And not just any alarm clock -- I wanted a clock/radio.And not just any clock/radio -- I wanted a clock/radio with a tape cassette player in it. I could not wake up to just any beeps or top-40 tripe; I had The Juliana Hatfield Three on tape, and darn it if I wasn't going to hear "Spin the Bottle" first thing in the morning.So I begged my mom for one. It wasn't my birthday, so I had to position myself as a child of desperate need. "I need a tape-player alarm clock. Because they're cool," I probably said, "Cool kids probably have tape-player alarm clocks. Because they're cool. So I need one. Please?"And my mother, seeing the sorry state I was in, took me to Target to pick out my tape-player alarm clock.I picked out the handsomest (and only) one in the store: the Sony Dream Machine.I've put a picture of Blink-182's Mark Hoppus on it for scale,

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