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To me, making a tape is like writing a letter-- there's a lot of erasing and rethinking and starting again. A good compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do. You've got to kick off with a corker, to hold the attention... -- from High Fidelity by Nick Hornby ou know the shit's gettin' real when you compile a mix tape for someone. It's one of the few perennial mediums through which geeky but passionate boys (and some girls) express themselves since time immemorial. Its enduring role as a pastime for socially-awkward adolescents of all ages cannot be denied, for the mix tape can get oh so very personal in so many cringe-worthy ways.
It's different than merely giving someone a manufactured product from a factory and bought at a store. We like to reckon it's more heartfelt.
More often than not, you've poured your mind, heart, and soul into this ephemeral article, as pathetically as it may be. Giving a mix tape (or perhaps a ripped CD) can be somewhat likened to writing poetry, albeit juvenile and self-important, as opposed to mere prose.
When you give someone a purchased, pre-recorded CD or tape, you're merely writing sentences. When you committing individual selections to tape, you're creating poetry, so you think.
Consider the act of simply removing periods from sentences and arranging them in lines, or lyrics, so to speak. Something magical happens.
You feel stripped. It becomes personal. Words turn into poetry as they reveal, instead of merely conveying. The transformation from mere prose to lyrics demands thought as well as emotions. The text itself becomes art. Whether it's good or bad art is beside the point. Unlike the relative detachment of prose, poetry immediately forces you to reveal yourself and become vulnerable. Poet Louise Glück explained in 1993, that 'poems are autobiography, but divested of the trappings of chronology and comment, the metronomic alternation of anecdote and response.'
trangely enough, I find it fairly easy to be indifferent towards poetry as a form of art. It's not because I have experienced more than my share of bad poetry. (Incidentally, I feel that judging whether a poem is good or bad is ultimately besides the point. School assignments notwithstanding, poetry happens when you couldn't help but express yourself immediately. You write it for yourself more than for anyone else. Perhaps making a mix tape is the same way. You just have to express yourself somehow. However, if you don't care whether the listener is going to enjoy it, it can be a form of narcissism.) Often I find it difficult to be moved by poetry due to the fact that what's being expressed is often so idiosyncratic to the extent of being inscrutable. I usually couldn't identify with the emotions being expressed. They're someone else's emotions. Why should I care? In the end and most importantly, poetry is a dialogue between the writer and himself. That's where its significance lies. On the other hand, mix tapes are also very personal dialogues whose significance and emotional resonance rarely moves beyond the compiler and the recipient. Finding out what's on them can be a lot of fun, regardless to whom the tape was made for. Like looking in someone's medicine cabinet, it can say a lot about the mixologist. It can be a diagnostic assessment of a relationship. (Oooh, look here. She's got Yo La Tengo's "Stockholm Syndrome" on the tape she had given him for his birthday. I wonder what does THAT mean?) A person's music does a lot to define that person, at least persons you would want to associate with. A person's lack of strong musical tastes are just as telling. While admittedly exacting more time and emotional investment, mixes are actually more like mash notes, letters, or telephone calls. Fortunately, I'd like to think that some people seem not to mind my calls. As a matter of fact, some look forward them, and I like to think that some others even enjoy eavesdropping on them. On a more practical level, mix tapes facilitate a captive audience. Unlike CDs and digital music files, which provide instant access to particular songs, cassette tapes force the listener to sit through the entire sequenced mix, the concept of which would surely confound kids today, being used to cherry-picking selected tracks from albums or a streaming service. Mere listening demands a level of commitment that cannot be easily shrugged off in these short attention-span days of instant gratification. here's not much I'm good at in life. With very few exceptions, I don't get complimented much for anything, and as a result, I tend to feel suspicious whenever I do get them. (More often than not, I generally regard kind words as expressions of insincerity and sarcasm. Folks who know me well would use compliments sparingly and with caution; they would know better than to flatter me. When they do say something, they better mean it.) Surprisingly enough, people tend to have nice things to say about the mix tapes I make for them, or even ones I make for myself. Somehow I do get complimented quite often, both from guys who know me well and from those who don't. Sometimes I even get props from guys who normally despise my tastes in music. On some occasions, I get compliments from people who've actually listened to the mix and enjoyed what they've heard. It's the mix again. It's what I decide to put together. Some songs just go better with others. (Incidentally, I give as Christmas gifts year-end compilations of my favourite singles. It has become a holiday tradition. The process of making this annual tape actually lasts the entire year as I start noting promising tracks on paper for inclusion in January. I start the process of selecting and sequencing in early November. The design of packaging, liner notes, manufacturing, duplication, and quality control would all hopefully be finished before I leave home for Christmas. As a reward, I also get mix tapes or CDs from friends at this time of year, and they're my favourite form of gifts.) compiled my first mix in 1982, on a TDK 60-minute tape. (I've used TDK tapes exclusively since then. I don't know why this is other than the fact that sometimes I can be a creature of habit.) It consisted of pop songs taped right from FM radio, like Michael Jackson's "Billie Jean," Toto's "Africa," Missing Persons' "Words," and Duran Duran's "Hungry Like the Wolf." The sequencing was determined by whenever my favourite songs came on the radio, in the order they appeared on the air. When I completely filled up a tape, it was done. Since my purchasing power as a ten year-old was rather limited, the tape got erased quite often. As songs fell into disfavour after a few weeks or days, and new ones appeared, the contents were constantly changing, reflective of the ephemeral nature of pop music as well as my perennially short attention span. By the end of the year, my parents had gotten me my first 90-minute tape, allowing me to start building a collection instead of relentlessly sacrificing seemingly worthy songs only a few weeks old. By mid 1983, when I had accumulated about half dozen tapes, all the contents of my mixes had a distinctively English accent: Wham!, The Clash, Culture Club, ABC, The Police, Human League, Heaven 17, Ultravox, The Pretenders, Eurythmics, Depeche Mode, David Bowie, Spandau Ballet, Simple Minds, Frankie, Soft Cell, et al. I was a sucker for any bloke wearing eyeliner. As a matter of fact, for the next few years, all my tapes would have a British accent, indicative of a nascent snooty young Anglophile. At the same time, I also began to pay attention to how the tape should look. I began to carefully letter the contents of my tape in my own distinctive script. (I tried to replicate what seemed like Helvetica to me.) Since I was so careful, this sometimes took days to accomplish. It didn't feel like it was my tape if it didn't have my distinctive hand-written label and insert, and I did this right up until I was in college (and the advent of word processors). Ultimately, that first 60-minute tape went through dozens of recorded-over incarnations and permutations, and the subsequent acquisition of hundreds of blank cassettes over the years notwithstanding, it's still currently serving a role as a home for my mix of George Strait tunes. ere's what I go through when I'm compiling a tape. First of all, you got to be totally into it. The role here is somewhat similar to being a DJ. You can't be indifferent towards your mix. It can't be a mere job, or else your tape would sound like one. You have to be sincere and passionate about the material as well as the recipients. Otherwise, it may easily sound hollow and uninspired. People can tell you're going through the motions. From my experience as a radio DJ and having taped my own shows as evidence, I know that my set would sound crappy if I feel crappy. If I feel good, my set would feel good. People would call-in and compliment you. If listeners enjoy it and respond accordingly, it gets even better; we're on a roll now. I know all this sounds totally unscientific and ridiculous, but somehow your indifference or enthusiasm really shows. I reckon the same kind of dynamics happens if you're spinning in clubs. If you ever feel that compiling and committing the music to tape becomes a task (which it sometimes inevitably does for some reason or another), you should probably start over at a later time when you're in a more appropriate mood. Chances are that that tape wouldn't sound so cool. These ideas also tend to help: appy mixing. 18 March 2001 hese are links devoted to the aforementioned annual pop survey compilations we make each year at Christmastime for friends and family. More content will be forthcoming here whenever we have some time to delve back into the archives for some research. Here they are, in chronological order, starting from the earliest compilations: Reach us at 'bcbloke' on all the usual social media platforms |