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Rob Sheffield

Love Is a Mix Tape

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    Christabelle Adelineцитує4 роки тому
    I was helpless in trying to return people’s kindness, but also helpless to resist it. Kindness is a scarier force than cruelty, that’s for sure. Cruelty isn’t that hard to understand. I had no trouble comprehending why the phone company wanted to screw me over; they just wanted to steal some money, it was nothing personal. That’s the way of the world. It made me mad, but it didn’t make me feel stupid. If anything, it flattered my intelligence. Accepting all that kindness, though, made me feel stupid.
    Christabelle Adelineцитує4 роки тому
    I knew I would have to relearn how to listen to music, and that some of the music we’d loved together I’d never be able to hear again.
    Christabelle Adelineцитує4 роки тому
    “Take this, all of you, and rock. This is the blood of the new and everlasting covenant. It will be shed for you, and for all who rock, so that rock may be worshiped and glorified.”
    Роза Мелкумянцитує2 місяці тому
    The stoner kids who spent the summer of 1978 looking cool on the hoods of their Trans Ams in the Pierce Elementary School parking lot used to scare us little kids by blasting the Sweet hit “Love Is Like Oxygen”—you get too much, you get too high, not enough and you’re gonna die. Love hurts. Love stinks. Love bites, love bleeds, love is the drug. The troubadours of our times all agree: They want to know what love is, and they want you to show them.
    But the answer is simple. Love is a mix tape.
    Роза Мелкумянцитує2 місяці тому
    buzz straight to your brain. That’s part of what I love about them. But the rhythm of the mix tape is the rhythm of romance, the analog hum of a physical connection between two sloppy, human bodies. The cassette is full of tape hiss and room tone; it’s full of wasted space, unnecessary noise. Compared to the go-go-go rhythm of an MP3, mix tapes are hopelessly inefficient. You go back to a cassette the way a detective sits and pours drinks for the elderly motel clerk who tells stories about the old days—you know you might be somewhat bored, but there might be a clue in there somewhere. And if there isn’t, what the hell? It’s not a bad time. You know you will waste time. You plan on it.
    Роза Мелкумянцитує2 місяці тому
    lot of my music friends don’t touch cassettes anymore; they stick to MP3s. I love my iPod, too—completely love it. I love my iPod carnally. I would rather have sex with my iPod than with Jennifer Lopez. (I wouldn’t have to hear the iPod whine about getting its hair rumpled.)
    Роза Мелкумянцитує3 місяці тому
    she told her grandmother I was an Irish Catholic boy, her grandmother said, “You know, the Catholics killed the Christians in Spain.” I had no idea what she meant, but fortunately, she didn’t seem to hold me personally responsible.
    Роза Мелкумянцитує3 місяці тому
    I realize it’s frowned on to choose a mate based on something superficial like the music they love. But superficiality has been good to me. In the animal kingdom, Renée and I would have recognized each other’s scents; for us, it was a matter of having the same favorite Meat Puppets album. Music was a physical bond between us, and the fact that she still owned her childhood 45
    Роза Мелкумянцитує3 місяці тому
    I thought, There is nowhere else in the universe I would rather be at this moment. I could count the places I would not rather be. I’ve always wanted to see New Zealand, but I’d rather be here. The majestic ruins of Machu Picchu? I’d rather be here. A hillside in Cuenca, Spain, sipping coffee and watching leaves fall? Not even close. There is nowhere else I could imagine wanting to be besides here in this car, with this girl, on this road, listening to this song. If she breaks my heart, no matter what hell she puts me through, I can say it was worth it, just because of right now. Out the window is a blur and all I can really hear is this girl’s hair flapping in the wind, and maybe if we drive fast enough the universe will lose track of us and forget to stick us somewhere else
    Роза Мелкумянцитує3 місяці тому
    Brother Jim loved to talk about how Jesus wasn’t a pussy.
    Роза Мелкумянцитує3 місяці тому
    Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and they add up to the story of a life.
    Роза Мелкумянцитує3 місяці тому
    I have built my entire life around loving music, and I surround myself with it. I’m always racing to catch up on my next favorite song. But I never stop playing my mixes.
    Роза Мелкумянцитує3 місяці тому
    We met on September 17, 1989. We got married on July 13,1991. We were married for five years and ten months. Renée died on May 11, 1997, very suddenly and unexpectedly, at home with me, of a pulmonary embolism. She was thirty-one. She’s buried in Pulaski County, Virginia, on the side of a hill, next to the Wal-Mart.
    Роза Мелкумянцитує3 місяці тому
    A song nobody likes is a sad thing. But a love song nobody likes is hardly a thing at all.
    Роза Мелкумянцитує3 місяці тому
    Nobody ever liked it except me and Renée, and now she’s gone, which means nobody remembers it. Not even the guy who wrote it. I know that for a fact, because Mark Robinson played a solo show at Tokyo Rose a few years later. When he asked for requests, we screamed for “In a World Without Heroes.” He just stared and shook his hea
    Роза Мелкумянцитує3 місяці тому
    “Five years!” we screamed in unison. “That’s aaaooowwwlll we got!”

    It was all we got. That was a good night. There were a lot of good nights. We got more of those than we had any right to expect, five years’ worth, but I wanted more, anyway.
    Роза Мелкумянцитує3 місяці тому
    he whole world got cheated out of Renée. I got cheated less than anybody, since I got more of her than anybody. But still, I wanted more of her. I wanted to be her guy forever and ever.
    Роза Мелкумянцитує3 місяці тому
    She was in the middle of everything, living her big, messy, epic life, and none of us who loved her will ever catch up with her.
    Роза Мелкумянцитує3 місяці тому
    We had nothing in common, except we both loved music. It was the first connection we had, and we depended on it to keep us together. We did a lot of work to meet in the middle. Music brought us together. So now music was stuck with us.
    Роза Мелкумянцитує3 місяці тому
    KC was her first love. I was her last.
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