Figured I’d start the MTS with a little teenage love lost. This one is so intense, it is actually a double-disc-er. Go big or go home right?
When I was 16, I said “I love you” for the first time, to my first real boyfriend. When I was 17, he broke up with me to date someone else. I was devastated beyond belief as my high school diary accounts in full depth (that is for a different, much more embarrassing Tumblr expose). I am actually surprised these 2 discs still work - I listened to them so much I should have worn a hole in them.
I am a child of the mixtape. We’d listen to the radio, tape our favorite songs, compile perfectly timed Side A & Side B. We’d curse at the DJ at KISS108 while they talked over the end of Positive K’s “I Got A Man” for ruining our recording. It was glorious, you young whippersnappers born into the digital age will never understand.
Then, around 1999, something amazing happened. And that thing was Napster. And cheap, recordable CDs. Libraries of music opened up, all free of cheesy DJ voices. And so began my never-ending quest of making the greatest mix CDs for every occasion. The idea was the same - perfectly timed confessions of life, love, happiness and despair of a 17 year-old.
While spring cleaning my apartment, I came across a stack of what must be at least 200 or more CDs. They are labeled and dedicated to old boyfriends, friends, specific parties, “random songs” or completely unlabeled.
I started listening to them over the weekend, and they are like little time capsules of emotion. Rediscovering these songs that meant so much to me as a sometimes heartbroken sometimes ecstatic teenager has been a rollercoaster.
Get to the point, right? Well I decided to share the track listings in what I am dubbing “The Mixtape Series” and add some spotify playlists to bring these gems to 2014.
(Disclaimer: I will not guarantee my music taste was not shit in the late 90’s/early 2000’s. I’ve happened across WAY too much Dave Matthews already).
"State the obvious, I didn’t get my perfect fantasy.
I realize you love yourself more than you could ever love me.
So go and tell your friends that I’m obsessive and crazy,
That’s fine, I’ll tell mine that you’re gay.”
Ugh 16-year-old Taylor Swift was so sassy and catty and I still love this album to bits.
(Singing this song to myself all week during this crappy, cold, dreary and depressing weather.)
Also I know haven’t blogged anything in months. I haven’t been on Tumblr in forever. I’ve been to some good shows in the last few months, maybe I’ll get around to talking about them soon.
No, internet. Please stop. You’ve gone too far.
Hello and goodbye Compiled by @heyfeifer