I finally finished a mix of Smiths cover versions I’ve been rolling around inside my head for the last month or so. As usual the greatest struggle was being concise and keeping it down to less than an hour.
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If you’re of a certain age you’ll remember tape to tape recording, or vinyl to tape recording, or waiting by the radio to press record when the DJ played that song you’d heard before and hoped he’d play again. You amassed a hodge-podge collection of physical playlists on a motley selection of tapes of different lengths – C-60, C-90, sometimes the rare and mostly useless C-120. Making a mixtape was a serious business. It was curation before everybody became a curator.
The delightful Mixtapr recaptures the frowningly intense process of making a mixtape. Listening to the tracks, making sure they worked back to back, changing the running order to make sure it all just worked.
Here’s one I made earlier.
To my surprise 8tracks.com is still going, albeit in a somewhat reduced way for people outside the US & Canada because of licensing. Gotta keep up the efforts to region lock access if at all possible, because that’s the model of extracting rent the content owners understand. It now streams using YouTube.
Here’s one I made even earlier over there.
The thing I most regret from the first half of this year is not making the Sleater-Kinney gig in Dublin. Oh well, this sort of makes up for it.
Well, it was about getting to know that I had a bias about music. The bias was broken standing in line at Best Buy in my teacher-consultant clothes after working, looking like I don’t fit here with the long-haired, studded, metallic-looking kids who looked like they were going to be tough but were actually the kindest kids.
This really is the softest metal story ever.
Everybody was awesome to me, I was treated like a princess! The bouncer was not going to let me sign more than one thing, and then…Dave Mustaine? Am I right?
Yes, you are right.
He was like “Let her go.” And everyone in line took a picture of me with Dave. You gotta let that barrier down.
One time, when I was home from college in the 70s, my white surburban mom took me aside and said she had to ask me something. She then took out a small notepad and said, I keeping hearing this song on the radio, and it has a part where the singer says (reading from the notepad) I’m never gonna give you up, cuz quittin’ just ain’t my stick. Did I know this song? I told her it sounded like the song she wanted was “Never Gonna Give You Up” by Barry White. She took down this information very carefully in her notebook. Much later she told me that she thought that Barry White’s voice was incredibly sexy, but she was alarmed by how overweight he was.