A Strange-Tripper asked me if I had the ability to play 8-track tapes. Play and record, actually. Found this little unit at my parents' house, still plugged in to the wall! Guy at the store looked at me a little askance when I asked for blank 8-track tapes.
Check out this online magazine: Defunct. I particularly recommend the essay called "Thingamajig". Also a eulogy for Jarts, plenty of other good stuff.