So recently, my jorb brought me to the Warped Tour for the first time in, oh, 8 years, and so I decided I needed to get in the mood. Sadly, that meant no Andrew Bird, no Mungo Jerry, no Porter Wagoner, no ELO, no Will Oldham, or any other music I now in my old age think it's nice or fun or funny to listen to whilst drinking wine with my adult friends. However, I also knew that did not mean 90% of the bands actually playing this year's warped tour. No, no! It meant dating myself significantly, therefore making me age even MORE prematurely, doin' some old man dance, and shouting in gibberish to the urchins and whippersnappers at my feet, "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT GOOD MUSIC IS! In MY day, we listened to the Bouncing Soooulls!! and they played EVERY Warped Tour - as FAAAAR as the eye could see! And without eye make-up!"
So yes. I listened to the first 3 Bouncing Souls records, and drove home with Rocket From the Crypt and Get Up Kids. But the focus here shall remain on the Souls - my once "all-time favorite" band; the band who sang a song I immediately dubbed "the saddest song ever written;" the band I quoted in my senior yearbook in high school (something that still rings true 7+ years later, and a sentiment Oscar Wednesday will most likely take issue with ('cept the "pizza" part): "You may think we're weather martyrs, but snow and ice make us rock harder. Punkers should be pale and pasty. The pizza here is fierce and tasty. East Coast!" I had to omit the "fuck you!" what followed. Lousy public schools... think they're so tough...).
Anyway, this got the ol' brain banana smoldering. I got to thinking about all the rad songs, and bands and mixtapes, and... yes. Yes, you kibitzing turdburglar. I am proposing a CONTEST!
okay. Well, it's not a contest, persay.
I'm going to (re)make a summer mixtape from the days of my youth. I'm asking that you, unfaithful, fickle readers, do the same. As I receive submissions, I will publish the tracklists, and we can begin open war upon them.
a few rules, stipulations, regulations, and dingleberries:
1. If you request a copy of the mix, I'll gladly send you one (name your format, and I'll do my best).
2. If you are making your own, keep it to one 90 min cassette, max, so it can also hopefully, fit on a CD (so I guess the rule is keep it to 84 min?), for those who no longer own magnetic tape reading machines.
3. Keep the mix to when you were roughly 13-15. This is
4. IMPORTANT: Don't try to be cooler than you were. The point is not to make a mix of music that (in my case) was released by 1997, it is to make the most likely awesome, potentially embarassing mix that you would've left in a girl's mailbox (sounds so much creepier as an adult, doesn't it?), or given to your nerdy friend. I didn't listen to David Bowie or the Cure's deep cuts until I was like 17. That doesn't mean you didn't, but it's doubtful you had all those Television bootlegs, or early Mountain Goats cassettes when they came out, unless you are really awesome or really old, or had a really awesome/old older sibling.
5. Still have copies of old mixtapes? Post the tracklistings as comments, and make for a musical scavenger hunt!
That is all! 5 simple rules for dating my teenage daughter. go forth! You'll have my mixtape sometime in early August, most likely. And it's going to be sweetsville.
