Remember back in the day when we made mix tapes? I guess now the young people make mix CDs. When I was young, making a mix tape involved actually playing the song and recording it at the same time, and because it was such a laborious process, you really only did it for whomever you were dating at the time or were dating until two days ago.
You chose the music carefully to suit the occasion and had sit through every line by Foreigner, Marshall Tucker, ZZ Topp, The Commodores and Boz Scaggs. Who isn’t emotionally charged by such songs as “Lido Shuffle” or “Brick House?”
Nowadays, I reckon all you do is drag and drop, burn it and it’s done. No fuss, and it all happens in the background. It seems like such a cheapened form of emotional expression. That’s what makes it so disposable, I suppose, and why someone was not more careful with the CD above, found in the parking lot of my office. After all, you can always go back to that special someone and ask him or her to burn you another copy, because you, like, lost the first one. If you made this CD for someone, I am sorry to report the implications of your beloved losing such a thing.