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raybearLast night in the 10 degree weather I walked to every CD store in the one mile radius of my apartment. That's eight stores, for those who don't know. I needed this one song for a mix CD I was inspired to make for myself. When I got home I remembered the song was on a mixtape ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
geekgrrrl47 made for me awhile back, so I pulled out my boxes of disorganized cassettes and rifled through with no success -- the tape was at work on my desk from repeat listenings awhile back.
I made the mix anyway. Sure it's missing the seminal song that encapsulates the mood of the entire mix and consequently my life right now, but who cares, right? And now I don't even want to mention the song because so much effort was expended and failed that it seems silly and trite. Maybe I'll be less cranky about it tomorrow.
Today I was going to listen to the mix at work and post the track listing here, but guess what I left sitting on the turntable? I did however bring along Sparky's mix CD that I made last night too, and I'm giving it a few spins to make sure there are no major flaws. Plus, it's a party mix so it brightens my Monday morning, almost as much as the homemade chocolate chip cookies the intern brought for us. The breakfast of champions.
I don't want to write the entire narrative, but on Saturday night I had a dream involving Yoko Ono. And her taking me on as an intern/student which I was completely relieved and excited and amazed about. Then she morphed into someone else in my real-life and I'm waiting for that person to make me a mix that includes the Dar Williams song "I Won't Be Your Yoko Ono".
Oh! And when going through the boxes of tapes, I found a mixtape from 1993 that I made so I threw it in the bag to listen to on the train this morning. Oh my goodness does it suck. My music taste was extremely questionable between 1993 and 1996. I mean, it wasn't all horrible, but I had affinity for some crap mixed in with the good stuff. I blame the friends I spent time with -- they were a bad influence. And damn, was a morose mthafcka. I put this aria from La Traviata on the tape (which I think is the one from the movie Philadelphia). I probably did some visible cringing on the train even though no one around me knew what was happening -- fast-forwarding through a Crash Test Dummies song. Not even that single, but some other random track. Um, yeah. Sucks.
geekgrrrl47 made for me awhile back, so I pulled out my boxes of disorganized cassettes and rifled through with no success -- the tape was at work on my desk from repeat listenings awhile back.I made the mix anyway. Sure it's missing the seminal song that encapsulates the mood of the entire mix and consequently my life right now, but who cares, right? And now I don't even want to mention the song because so much effort was expended and failed that it seems silly and trite. Maybe I'll be less cranky about it tomorrow.
Today I was going to listen to the mix at work and post the track listing here, but guess what I left sitting on the turntable? I did however bring along Sparky's mix CD that I made last night too, and I'm giving it a few spins to make sure there are no major flaws. Plus, it's a party mix so it brightens my Monday morning, almost as much as the homemade chocolate chip cookies the intern brought for us. The breakfast of champions.
I don't want to write the entire narrative, but on Saturday night I had a dream involving Yoko Ono. And her taking me on as an intern/student which I was completely relieved and excited and amazed about. Then she morphed into someone else in my real-life and I'm waiting for that person to make me a mix that includes the Dar Williams song "I Won't Be Your Yoko Ono".
Oh! And when going through the boxes of tapes, I found a mixtape from 1993 that I made so I threw it in the bag to listen to on the train this morning. Oh my goodness does it suck. My music taste was extremely questionable between 1993 and 1996. I mean, it wasn't all horrible, but I had affinity for some crap mixed in with the good stuff. I blame the friends I spent time with -- they were a bad influence. And damn, was a morose mthafcka. I put this aria from La Traviata on the tape (which I think is the one from the movie Philadelphia). I probably did some visible cringing on the train even though no one around me knew what was happening -- fast-forwarding through a Crash Test Dummies song. Not even that single, but some other random track. Um, yeah. Sucks.
