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In Rob Sheffield’s new book dedicated to all the things I love, he devotes an entire chapter to the now obsolete and much maligned cassingle. I loved, loved, loved the cassette single and picking up my new flash-in-the pan each Friday from the local Wal-Mart was a near religious experience, although not nearly as sanctified as the purchase of a Bop magazine or these. Sometimes I could milk three or four out of grandma if I was visiting her house for the weekend. At these times, I felt as though I could take a chance on a song that, maybe, I had heard only a handful of times but using my burgeoning pop culture savvy, predicted as an instant classic: one that would get me through hours of rollerskating on the back patio and long nights filled with long division. A’me Lorain’s “Whole Wide World” was one of these gambles. Sadly, it didn’t pay off. But when you are ten in 1990 and instantly enamoured with anything sang by a feathery-sweet voice over a trashy Eurodance beat, the odds are still in your favor.
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