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Tuesday, April 12, 2005 "A good compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to hold the attention. Then you have to take it up a notch, but not blow your wad, so maybe cool it off a notch, and you can't put the same artist twice on the tape, except if some subtle point or lesson or theme involved, and even then not the two of them in a row, and you can't woo somebody with Joni Mitchell's "Big Yellow Taxi" and then bash their head off with something like GBH's "City Baby Attacked by Rats," and... oh, there are a lot of rules. Anyway, I worked hard at this one." The summer before sixth grade I lived in a farmhouse sitting on eight acres of land. Quite a bit of it was populated by trees, and all of it had to be mowed. Being the eldest of three siblings, it was my job to do the mowing. Sure I complained and pouted, but in retrospect I really didn't mind the chore. First of all, I got to drive the riding lawn mower, and any red-blooded boy in America who is still too young to drive anything that goes above 10 mph can get a thrill from the riding mower. Second, I was new to the town and didn't have any friends in the area aside from several cousins, so other than playing baseball I didn't have a whole lot to do with myself. Last, I had a Walkman (this was a device that would play "audio cassettes", which were small, rectangular thingamajigs that contained music. Class dismissed.), blank tapes, and a radio with all the great "today's hit music" a young cabbage still to develop taste could desire. So I would spend a couple hours dubbing songs, and then I would go out and mow and listen to them over and over again. I once hit a tree because Alanis Morissette's "Ironic" ended prematurely and I had to switch to the other side. My grandfather didn't think it was much of an excuse. Several years and a lot of brewing teen angst later I discovered As time and my tastes evolved I began to develop a science to mix CDs. I would make them for my friends in an effort to get them to like what I considered superior music. I began to think of my cover band's set-lists like mixtapes, and form them that way, full of ups and downs at just the right times, making our performances feel like riding a wave to our audience. I'm certain I'm the only one who thought of it that way. At this time I wasn't aware of the "rules" Nick Hornby writes about in High Fidelity, but chalk one up for universal consciousness, because I eventually started following the same formula with my comps, and still do to this day. See, any joker with a burner and a supply of 3 Doors Down songs can make a mix. It takes a purpose and some skill to make a comp worth giving to someone. There's an art to it.
If you're having trouble finishing song selection and need some suggestions, or are just looking for some new music to check out, go to The Art of The Mix (Dot Org). And I guess that's that. Oh, one more thing. Can't believe I almost forgot. Ahem... Joanna Newsom's voice gets to a lot of people. She may be the best new lyricist this side of James Mercer, but I've seen people go in to shock when she goes for the high notes. Exercise caution when including. Or learn the hard way. Accused Indie-Yuppie, DG
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