by RICK MORTON
I’ve never made a mix-tape for someone I love, probably because it would be 20 tracks of ‘Build me up Buttercup‘ and signed with my very own tears. Ahem.
But I’ll tell you now I’ve made plenty of my own. Back before we owned a computer that could burn CDs I would spend most of my weekends listening to commercial radio with a blank tape in the deck, finger hovering over the ‘record’ button.
I was waiting patiently for songs I enjoyed to come on the radio, arms contorted while laying on the bed, muscles spraining. Mix-tape yoga. A song would come on and I’d be snapped out my torpor by the dazzling refrain of Kylie Minogue’s Spinning Around and scrambling to mash the buttons.
Invariably, I’d miss the first few seconds of the song. Sometimes the announcer would mention the song was coming up and I’d prematurely hit ‘record’, capturing a competition number or the last few seconds of a news update.
“…police say they’ve yet to locate a suspect. [Music starts] I just can’t get you out of my head…”
It would take an entire weekend, 48-hours of monotonous reclining, to get one mix-tape recorded.
I’d label it with stupid, terribly-hard-to-file names like Rick’s super fun mega happy song mix or Definitely do not play this tape MUM and then I’d spend the next week listening to them as I went to sleep, secretly moving my feet to the rhythm of All the small things by Blink 182.
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When I was in primary school I made a mixed tape for a boy I liked. There was a lot of Abba on it, from memory.
He never mentioned it and it broke my heart a little bit!
Made a mix tape for our wedding and burned a CD for all the guests. It was made up of all the significant songs from our relationship. Everyone loved it.