Newfangled Mix Tape

Back in the day people used to make other people music compilations — mostly based on music they, for whatever reason, wanted the other person to hear. These were put on cassette tapes, and I suppose, when CD burning software was available, burned on CDs. Now people share mp3 playlists, which is pretty much the same thing, but a lot less work.

I have an mp3 player — not an iPod — but it only holds books on tape and the sample music that came with it — I’m too lazy to sit down and delete the sample music and I don’t know if I want to put my own music on it.

Anyway, that was just to say that no one has ever actually made me a playlist. I did get a sort of mix tape once — but there was also talking on it so that doesn’t count.

So, the other day in the car on the way to our niece’s wedding in Kokomo, Indiana, I wished aloud that we had music that was relevant to our trip. Like Kokomo. Or Indiana Wants Me. Dean and I talked about how much fun we’d have if we did have some fun music like that. When it was my turn to drive, Dean brought out his laptop and his work-provided broadband wifi doohickey. He then connected to Groveshark and began playing some songs. At first he played some music he liked, but then he began playing songs I liked — old ones, still older ones and some newer ones. He played Simon and Garfunkel and Kate Bush (even the early screechy ones) and Dan Bern and Crosby, Stills Nash and Young.

I felt like each time a new song played I was getting a gift.  It was a blast and proved that he’d actually been listening (to what I listened to, if not what I said). It was a bonding moment — when I thought all bonding had been done earlier in our marriage.

So, even though he’s on a business trip and not here today to take me to dinner or bring me flowers or give me a personal gift for our 24th wedding anniversary, he gave me a really special gift on Friday with the Grooveshark Playlist.

The highlight? It’s gotta be this one:

5 thoughts on “Newfangled Mix Tape

  1. Ian Drury and the Blockheads….Hit Me With a (or is it my?) Rhythm Stick….I started dancing. My taste in music has changed. Wow. Memories. Hit me…Hit me.


  2. Belated Happy Anniversary!

    This one took me back a bit–my younger brother used to do the mix tape thing. I always enjoyed it, because he invariably introduced me to things I wouldn’t have thought of, or given a second thought to, if not for his tape. He has an iPod now and lives 2/3 of the way across the country, and I haven’t had a mix tape in a long time.

    But at least now I remember, I used to love the Wuthering Heights song!


  3. Oh dear. I’m very late to this. Happy Anniversary. Oh, and can I venture an opinion? The bonding is never over …


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