The dusty cassettes were about to be thrown away. Sometime back in the ’80s or early ’90s, they’d been consigned to longtime Eugene record store House of Records. The store was cleaning out old merchandise, so they were just about to get rid of them.
So around 2011, Douglas Mcgowan, a Eugene resident at the time and frequent customer at House of Records, asked if he could have them.
“There were three Heather Perkins tapes,” he tells me over the phone. “I thought she was really extraordinary.”