If you used a flashy, neon colored transparent blank tape like the Memorex DBS, you could look forward to a "Aww! That's SOOOO NICE!" followed by a hug, which was fantastic because their boobs were starting to become more prominent thus they were WANTING TO BE TOUCHING YOU...with their BOOBS.
If you used a high-end tape like the Maxell XL II Gold or the Sony Metal XR, with the uber-cool looking ROUNDED case, not rectangular with square corners but ROUNDED corners, with the minimalist sticker labels and the DOUBLE sided insert for COMPLETE song title AND artist listing, all on their own line and never bunched up in one long run-on sentence with italicised divider lines like this:
TinSoldier:Martika/WalkTheDinosaur:WasNotWas/TarzanBoy:
Baltimora/TooShy:Kajagoogoo/Animal:Dalbello/DamnIWishIWasYour
Lover:SophieB.Hawkins/Who'sJohnny?:ElDebarge/Let'sGoAllTheWay:SlyFox
then your chances of getting a handjob increased dramatically. No they didn't actually, well maybe, but who knew for sure and OH MY GOD SHE'S SQUEEZING HER BOOBS INTO ME...do I go for the ass grab? Better not, she might get mad and the she would HER FREAKING BOOBS ARE TOUCHING ME!!! YES!
That is taking into consideration the fact, of course, that you used a 120 min. or at the least, a 90 min. tape. If you used a 60 min. tape, wellllll then...what the fuck were you thinking!?
The difference between a good mixtape and a bad mixtape is the same difference between a good lover and a bad lover. EXPERIENCE.
Nowadays, making a mix cd requires no effort during the creation process and yet still provides a great sounding finished product thus severely diminishing the need for appreciation that could and should be bestowed upon you.
Making a mixtape wasn't about compiling music in an easily portable format. It was about getting the perfect blend of music, matching tempos and song keys, matching moods with just the right amount of mood change-up without being too drastic or shocking and above all, finding the right combination of songs that would fit PERFECTLY on both sides of the tape WITHOUT running out of tape mid-song and WITHOUT leaving a minute and a half of silence to be played before having to flip the tape over.
Unless you were cutting edge and had a deck with auto-reverse, then you had the joy of sitting down while waiting. But if the wrong combination of songs was recorded, then yes, even YOU were stuck listening to nothing until the ol' automatic switcheroo took place.
With the advent of technology, we have blistering fast burners, programs that compile playlists according to whichever preferences we may have as well as a recordable format that is ridiculously inexpensive to buy in bulk, making the entire process effortless.
And there, as the Bard once wrote, lies the rub.
The proper mixtape was ALL ABOUT effort. Every aspect of the mixtape involved effort; the conceptualization of the theme, the TITLE of the collection, song selection, gathering the various lp's, cassettes and maybe cd's needed, the writing of the song titles/artists on the insert card and/or the CREATION of an artistic insert, usually a picture cut out from a magazine taped over the insert card.
We're talking about karmic values here people. If you took the time and made the effort to put together a well thought out product then chances were good you would find yourself on the receiving end of joyful accolades and BOOBS, while your musical genius earned you the distinction of having YOUR tape being constantly played.
If you chose not to be bothered whatsoever, then chances were good you would find your gift on the floor in the BACKSEAT of their car, OUTSIDE of its case, scattered with other random tapes, window scrapers and late night drive-thru garbage.
Point being, it wasn't an effort, it was a labour of love. And with the satisfaction of knowing you made something that someone would truly cherish and look forward to enjoying, made it seem less than work...it was worth it. Well...that and the BOOBS.
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