Forgotten CDs: Rediscovering Your Teenage Scratched Discs
By / Aug 22, 2025
It was a Saturday of unremarkable weather, the kind that begs for a project. The garage, a time capsule of family life, held its usual array of forgotten sports equipment and boxes labeled with a vagueness only understandable to my parents. My mission was simple: find the old Christmas decorations. Instead, my fingers brushed against the sharp corner of a plastic crate tucked behind a deflated air mattress. Pulling it into the weak light filtering through the dusty window, I lifted the lid. There they were. Not tinsel or ornaments, but a stack of CDs, each nestled in a cracked jewel case. The familiar sight of the spindle hole, often marred by a radial crack, and the distinct, rough-cut edge of the plastic—the tell-tale sign of a ‘cut-out’. I hadn't thought about these in over a decade. I sat on the concrete floor, the cold seeping through my jeans, and began to flip through them. With each title—Nirvana’s "In Utero", Smashing Pumpkins’ "Siamese Dream", a bootleg Radiohead B-sides compilation—a specific, potent memory flickered to life. This wasn't just a box of obsolete media; it was a archaeological dig into my own adolescence.