Put Yourself
On Tape
Forever.
A walk-in recording booth, a pocket cassette label and a living archive of human voices. Step in. Say it raw. Leave with your story pressed to real magnetic tape — hiss, wobble and all.
Say it like
you mean it.
Your voice
is the artifact
We built a booth where you can't hide behind a screen
Put Yourself On Tape started as one plywood booth with a busted Tascam 4-track at a street fair. No camera. No likes. Just a red REC light, a microphone that smells like 1987, and 90 seconds to tell the truth.
Today we tour festivals, weddings, museums and basements with mobile tape booths. Every confession, love letter, apology, punk song or last goodbye is cut live to cassette. One copy for you. One copy for the archive. Nothing uploaded. Nothing sold.
🎙️ No editing
What you say is what stays. Stutters, laughter, tears — kept.
📼 Real tape
We record to ferric and chrome cassettes, not files.
Why tape? Because it forgets perfectly.
Digital remembers everything and means nothing. Tape hisses, stretches, bleeds. It sounds like memory feels. When you hold your voice in your hand, you treat it like it matters.
Phones made us performers.
Tape makes us human again.
We believe in first takes. In shaky voices. In mixtapes made at 2AM. In grandmas cursing on chrome tape. In kids hearing their own voice for the first time and whispering “whoa, that’s me?” — yes, that’s you. Louder.
No autotune. No script. No second take unless the tape actually eats itself.
You leave with an object, not a link. Write on it. Gift it. Bury it.
5-year-olds, punks, poets, truck drivers. If you have a voice, you have a tape.
90 seconds.
One mic. No mercy.
Step in
Curtain closes. Light turns red. The outside world mutes to hiss. It’s just you and the mic.
2×2M BOOTHPress record
Big chunky button. Real clunk. Counter rolls. You get 90 seconds — sing, confess, propose, rant.
BIG RED BUTTONCut to tape
We dub live to a hand-stamped C-60. Handwrite your title. Doodle the label. Smell the ink.
LIVE DUBKeep / Archive
Take your copy home. Leave one for the vault. In 20 years, someone will press play and hear you.
TIME CAPSULE
Choose your
poison
90-sec Solo
One voice, one take. Perfect for secrets, apologies, birthday bombs, coming-outs.
- ✓ C-30 mini tape
- ✓ Hand-stamped label
- ✓ Archive copy
Pick this
Love / Fight Tape
Two mics. Propose, argue, harmonize badly. Wedding favorite. Divorce favorite too.
- ✓ C-60 chrome tape
- ✓ Polaroid + lyric sheet
- ✓ Wax seal
Pick this
Full Side Jam
Up to 6 people, 15 minutes, live to 4-track. Bring grandma, bring drums.
- ✓ C-90 + digital safety
- ✓ Custom cover art
- ✓ Vault storage 10y
Pick this
“I cried, laughed, then proposed to my girlfriend on tape. She said yes. The hiss makes it sound like a movie.”
— Marcus, taped in Austin
DUET TAPE • 2025
“My dad left a story for my daughter who wasn’t born yet. I can’t explain what that cassette means to us.”
— Priya, taped in London
CONFESSION • 2024
“Our whole punk band recorded live in the booth. It sounds terrible. It sounds perfect. We press it every show.”
— Los Ruidos, taped in CDMX
FULL SIDE • 2026
Fresh from
the archive
Fresh tapes are being dubbed…
No stories published yet — but the booth is warm and the REC light is on. Come back tomorrow or better: come record the first one.
Be the first tape
Ask the
tape head
Don’t let your voice evaporate.
Book 15 minutes. Leave with a cassette that will outlive your phone, your apps and probably your couch. Gift it. Hide it. Play it loud in 2046.
📍 Find us
Weekend booth: 77 Grand St, Brooklyn. Touring van: see Tape Log for dates. Look for orange curtain + hiss.
✉️ Say hi
Write your story idea, event date or box of old tapes. We answer within 2 days, usually with a voice memo.
💝 Gift a tape
Birthday, wedding, goodbye. Gift cards from $25. Includes blank tape + 90 seconds of courage.