Mixed CDs: A Retrospective

My ipod fm transmitter thing in my pimp ride is broken, which means I can’t listen to my music. I am music-less. I listen to NPR most mornings and just finished listening to the 20-hour Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (i.e. everything that is right with the world). Though I love me some NPR (Steve Inskeep, you are awesome!), I still want to hear some tunes…particulary during that amazing 10-story treck up my garage to my parking spot. This weekend, I found myself in a conundrum. My solution? CDs.

Because I live in an apartment with precious space, my car serves as storage for some things like my old CD cases. I decided to break out some of my old mix CDs. Man, has this proved interesting. I keep on looking at Mike bewildered asking, “What the hell is THIS?” He’d just shrugs his shoulders and says, “Don’t look at me. You made it.”

What. The. Hell. Was. I. Thinking?

All I can say is that the 90′s and early 2000′s were scary. Nowhere can you find Papa Roach in the same mix as Jewel. I especially love my “All Things Rock Mix” in parenthesis I wrote (Badass). Really? Nelly Furtado is badass? Maybe when followed by Metallica’s “One”. This week I’ve listened to Nelly (whatever happened to him and his bandaid, eh?) and to a bunch of classic rock in the same mix as 50Cent singing about shorty’s birthdays. I want to slap former Elaine hard in the face.

The fun part has been the mystery of it all. You get a CD that only has a year written on it or some obscure title like “Endless Summer,” and you don’t know what your going to get. Sometimes it’s a nice surprise. Other times, not so much.                                                       Love, e