Reminiscing the mix tape
Blame it on Twitter, reality television, or the daily sprouting of self-chronicling blogs, but it’s undeniable that we’re living in a voyeuristic culture. Catching glimpses into other’s slice-of-life moments is what we crave; a need that Cassette From My Ex: Stories and Soundtracks of Lost Loves strives to fill.
The compilation of 60 personal recollections from writers and musicians (most notable Claudia Gonson of The Magnetic Fields and The Ice Storm novelist Rick Moody) frames stories of adolescent love around received mix-tapes. Readers are granted access to the popping of a college freshman’s cherry set to the music of Pearl Jam, a first kiss that occurs while The Cure’s “Killing An Arab” is playing from a mix, and dozens of other snapshots of youth, lust, and romance juxtaposed with the indie-rock soundtracks that helped to capture those fleeting experiences. Accompanying the stories are photos of the tapes themselves, including handwritten set-lists and artwork. Not surprising since CFME is edited by Jason Bitner of FOUND magazine fame.
At its best, the book serves as a public forum where its writers apologize for former mistakes, give tribute to life-changing relationships and deceased ex’s, and relive the painful yet glorious moments of young love. It comforts us in the thought that we are never alone in heartbreak and that the wounds we carry aren’t as unique as we believe, but rather common memories that unite each of us.

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aw, this actually makes me miss my old high-school mixes. i make CD mixes now of course, but it just ain't the same without all of the angst-ridden fast-forwarding, rewinding and singing along to the best parts ... only to rewind and fast-forward again.
aw, this actually makes me miss my old high-school mixes. i make CD mixes now of course, but it just ain't the same without all of the angst-ridden fast-forwarding, rewinding and singing along to the best parts ... only to rewind and fast-forward again.
I believe making mix tapes is a lost art...while I've been given some stinkers in my time a couple of others I still keep in a shoe box.
Just reading the messy, hand scribbled set lists brings back memories, none more than The Cure’s “Just Like Heaven”, which has a tiny heart drawn in red ink next to it. Ah, youth!
i kept all my tapes. just couldn't get myself to part with them. but i didn't seem to have the same attachment toward my tape player. now all i can do is look at a giant box full of these beloved relics of the 20th century.
the first boy i fell in love with used to mail me (we were long distance) mix tapes all the time. that was over 10 years ago and now they're in a box somewhere at my 'rents. it's sad to think they're just sitting in a garage collecting dust.