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the mixed tape project

ok, if you actually have first hand experience with the making of mixed tapes, you may be too old to use the internet. (or, like me, you may be wallowing in an extended adolescence.) but if you do remember making/ receiving mixed tapes, then i will venture that it's a happy memory. yes, you can now burn cd's in the blink of an eye and they won't come unraveled after you've listened to them forty times, but it never quite feels the same. you can burn a cd so quickly that you don't have a chance to think about it, to develop a relationship with it before handing it off to someone else.

a few months ago, i finally got around to reading nick hornsby's highly entertaining high fidelity (made into an equally entertaining movie.) among other truisms, the book reminded me of the subtle joys of the tape, of its role as a method of communicating something about the person making it and his/ her perception of the person receiving it. for aeons now, i've been meaning to think up an ultimate "kate" mixed tape- something that i think would neatly sum up what there is to know about me in 90 minutes or less.

this is something that should be easy for me, since music generally plays an extraordinarily prominent role in my life, but it is proving challenging to figure out exactly what goes on there.

so this post has two purposes:

1. if i post about it, i'm more likely to actually do it and post the results in the near future.

2. this post gives me the opportunity to ask anyone who's reading it to do the same. come up with a few tracks (i don't need a whole tape's worth) that you think sum YOU up nicely and drop me a line to let me know. i know i'm not the only person who would find this exercise interesting. (drop me an email if you don't want to/ can't post a response in the comments section.)

and now, back to my tape...

Comments

Ahhhh, yes, mixed tapes. I made a bunch of them. They did require more thought indeed, because of the times, and the possible loss of quality if you screwed up and started again... amongst other things.
Plus, lets be honest, mixed tapes were made by people with little money to spare, so you bought only a handful of cassettes at a time, while one buys blank CDs by the hundreds. And the mix was usually made on a pieced-together sound system, possibly even using records (ahhhh... vinyls) that were borrowed...
Damn. Thats one hell of a nostalgia trip there The Kate...
flora_mundi said…
but the burning question remains... what would you put on one that was about you? (hee hee)
DJ Tobias said…
ohhh... I'll bite. I use an actual cassette too. You can still buy them, can't you?
flora_mundi said…
i think you can still get them in the "old fogies" section of the hmv...

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