Cheating a bit

You can say I'm phoning it in this week, but I really have been wanting to put my columns here for posterity. If you haven't seen (or don't have access to) the JFP in the last few months, I have a monthly column that I'm pretty proud of. It's been a lot of fun, yet a little unnerving at the same time, what with putting some embarrassing admissions out there for the world to see.

Here goes:

I Made You a Tape

by Andi Agnew
August 27, 2008

Rob Gordon, the quintessential über music snob in Nick Hornby’s “High Fidelity,” sums it up best: “You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you got to take it up a notch, but you don’t wanna blow your wad, so then you got to cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules.” Gordon is talking about making a good mixtape.


The art of the mixtape is something innate to music lovers whose formative years fall between about 1975 and 2000. Beyond 2000, most mixes were being burned to CD, and now the “mixtape” as we know it may be gone for good.

My first mixtapes were nothing more than sad little recordings of various top-40 songs on the radio. My first “jam box” had only one cassette player/recorder, so I would put my clock radio as close to the microphone as I could and press the record button as soon as Lisa Lisa and the Cult Jam came on.

Then, whoops! Not an Eric Clapton fan at the time, I would click off the recorder to avoid having “Pretending” messing with my ’80s dance hits. (My taste in music was questionable back in the day, but what do you expect from a 10-year-old?)

Then one Christmas, Santa brought me a dual deck tape recorder, and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. My mixtape career really took off at this point. Instead of just putting random songs from the radio on a tape—equivalent to putting the iPod on shuffle these days—I could really say something with music. I carefully chose songs that conveyed how I felt when my eighth grade crush broke my heart. I made tapes for my friends with all of our favorite “riding around town” music. Then we would ride around town listening to our creations. I still have some of those tapes.

In my college years, mixtapes were a measuring stick for how much I liked a guy. If I found myself thinking or daresay uttering the words, “I’ll make you a tape,” I knew I was a goner. I was the queen of unrequited love in college, and I used mixtapes as a “sly” way of letting the guy know how I felt. Because nearly all the guys I have ever dated or wanted to date have been music lovers, I somehow thought that each one would really “get” what I was trying to say, be moved by the music, and sweep me off my feet accordingly. I even went so far as to write out the lyrics to the Barenaked Ladies’ “One Week” for one particular fellow. Gag.

That’s the thing about a mixtape that makes it an art form: Not only are you painting a picture with songs, but you can get creative with the liner notes and packaging. I used to paint tapes with nail polish and glitter, make up funny names for each side, decorate the cover with markers—making each parcel unique.

I should probably be embarrassed to admit these details, but I’m not, because thanks to Cassette From My Ex, I now know I am not alone. This Web site allows users to eavesdrop on other people’s mixtapes. Each tape has a back-story written from the perspective of the tape’s recipient and an image of the tape or cover art. You can also listen to the tracks on both sides of the tape while you read.

The stories behind these tapes are well-written, entertaining essays. Many of the tape-owners are writers, editors or other creatives. Some lament their poor taste at the time the tape was created. Melissa Walker’s “Crazy 8s” is the product of both sides of the relationship:“I realize now when I look back on these songs that every single good tune on there was his pick. The lame ones (Ice Cream, two Wallflowers songs? Hootie for God’s sake?): All me.”

I don’t know what will become of the mixtape now that even CDs are becoming passé. I can’t get used to saying, “Here, I made you a playlist.” Maybe cassettes will make a retro comeback like vinyl—only time will tell. One thing is for certain: Music lovers’ relationships may never be the same.

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I think I will break these up for easier reading...