I love stuff like that. I’ve got demo tapes and 7" records from local punk bands from the 90s. Some were kids from my school or kids I used to skateboard with.
A lot of it is just rubbish, but it means something to me. I’ll put a few songs on every couple of years, laugh at the hand-drawn artwork, reminisce, and sing along.
Pretty sure there’s very few, if any, other copies of some of that stuff around anymore.
My kid is playing their guitar in their bedroom - I can’t make out the song, but it sounds like they’re just noodling around at the moment. Dog is panting as we just got back from a walk. Constant whir of the fan.