Then I'd go home and start drinking gin & tonics while spending hours crafting mix tapes for friends of mine from back home. I'd finish the tape and then play it from start to finish, all while closing my eyes and imagining I was that person who had received the tape and was listening to the songs for the first time in an order that, somehow, meant something to me. I probably made 50 of these tapes, of which 2 I actually mailed. And then I'd spend hours writing extensive liner notes for each song. And each tape more than likely included We All Love Peanut Butter by the One Way Streets, Sweet Cherry Wine by Tommy James and the Shondells, Knock Me Down by the Outlets and Walking in the Rain by the Ronettes, as those were my mix tape slices du jour for that time period. - XMASTIMETHIS GIRL HERE critiques an old mix tape from her high school boyfriend and is generous enough to give it an F- in spite of it being filled with every 16 year-old girl's favorite band, RUSH. Wtf? And can a collection of only seven songs of which six are by the same band even be considered a "mix tape"? Could he have put even less thought into by simply giving her a copy of the Footloose soundtrack (that was back when a soundtrack was a soundtrack, young buck!) and calling it a "mix tape"?
THIS is how you make a fucking mix tape for your lady!!!!
I do like how at the end of 90 minutes of Canadian prog-rock by old men, dude has the balls to end with Sexual Healing. "Gee baby, if these laser noises and lyrics about spaceships haven't tipped you over the horny edge yet, here's that final push you need." Ha!
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