Friday, April 20, 2007

I put nickels in the oven, and it makes mooooosic

A good friend sent me a few songs today, and it sent me on a music-listening stint—I love those. I love going through all my music and rediscovering all the people I love but haven’t listened to in a while. I love listening to a band or singer or group I love for the first time in a year or a couple years and feeling like I’m listening to them for the first time. I love finding excuses to listen to music for hours on end—especially when it’s making a mix CD for someone I care about. Or mix tape, even better. Ah, mix tapes—so many frozen-moment memories of junior high and high school are crystallized by my old mix tapes. To this day, when I put in one of those, after one or two songs I’m already back in whatever semester I made it in, remembering drives around Provo in winter with Camilla and Jessie, or record-shop-hunting with big sis Hoolia, or rocking out with Chris on the drive between seminary and Johnston High in Austin, or freaking out Harrison my old buddy and bass player by too-energetically getting my groove on while driving. Seriously, mix tapes capture those moments like nothing I know. And when a high school crush came along, there was no better way to break the awkward pubescent ice than by making a mix tape.


Okay, fine, that’s it—I’m making one now. Who needs sleep anyway?

2 comments:

Kristy said...

Right--sleep is highly over-rated, anyway. It's an impossible choice to make, after all...unless the next day is an extremely busy one and someone across the ocean hopes you'll get plenty of rest to survive it. But how can one compete with mellifluous calls from your many mix cds and the memories they ressurect. I know the feeling, my friend.

hoolia goolia said...

Now that most of my music exists on the computer/iTunes, I've recreated a bunch of my fave mix-tapes as playlists. The nostalgia is overwhelming sometimes. It's amazing how the right combination/flow of songs can bring back such vivid memories!

For example, right now I have crystal clear picture in my head of picking up the Bug with you in Provo after I got my first stereo installed and we blasted music in the parking lot (I think it was Rocky Horror, but not sure). Good times :)