Memorex
In preparation for the move, I was going through some of my Junk. The stuff that follows me around from residence to residence that I just can't seem to get rid of because, well, I'm just a sentimental pack rat.
Last night, while trying to organize CDS, slides, DVDs, etc, I came across a bunch of the mix tapes that i had stashed away in a hat box along with the rest of my cd jewel cases that i no longer look at. And sitting here, I just realized that some of those tapes are as old as 9 years. 9 YEARS?! I knew freshman year of high school was a long time ago, but really?
I'm loathe to get rid of the tapes, despite their poor sound quality (I listened to them too much and wore them down). Listening to them reminds me of car rides, new friends, happiness, frustration, sadness, and the basic madness that is high school. I can predict the next song after each track, remembering which ones I absolutely loved and which ones I patiently fast-forwarded through. I can remember what I was doing when I listened to them, sometimes vividly how I felt. That's the power of songs, the beautiful thing about mix tapes.
I'm still not sure what to do with them. Like I said, sound quality. But knowing that someone bothered to take 60-90 minutes out of their life to put them together for me, even if I don't talk to them anymore, makes me resist throwing away the nail-polished cases, the handwritten covers.
I'll be truthful. I'll probably keep them until they turn to dust.
Last night, while trying to organize CDS, slides, DVDs, etc, I came across a bunch of the mix tapes that i had stashed away in a hat box along with the rest of my cd jewel cases that i no longer look at. And sitting here, I just realized that some of those tapes are as old as 9 years. 9 YEARS?! I knew freshman year of high school was a long time ago, but really?
I'm loathe to get rid of the tapes, despite their poor sound quality (I listened to them too much and wore them down). Listening to them reminds me of car rides, new friends, happiness, frustration, sadness, and the basic madness that is high school. I can predict the next song after each track, remembering which ones I absolutely loved and which ones I patiently fast-forwarded through. I can remember what I was doing when I listened to them, sometimes vividly how I felt. That's the power of songs, the beautiful thing about mix tapes.
I'm still not sure what to do with them. Like I said, sound quality. But knowing that someone bothered to take 60-90 minutes out of their life to put them together for me, even if I don't talk to them anymore, makes me resist throwing away the nail-polished cases, the handwritten covers.
I'll be truthful. I'll probably keep them until they turn to dust.