These were excellent tapes. Friends were always borrowing them and never returning them. I would keep "masters'' so I always had at least one copy. There was no creativity given to naming the tapes, like "Beach Mix'' or "Vacation '79.'' No, it was simply "Road Tape #1'' and on...
I mention this because today I embark on a day trip and I have neither "Road Tape #6'' -- quite possibly the best 90 minutes of music ever put together -- nor a cassette deck on which to play it.
So I'll put Pieta Brown's sultry "Remember the Sun'' in the disc player and hope there's no trooper in sight when it gets to "Sonic Boom.'' It really is possible to survive without the Foo Fighters.
I can't believe I never got one of those mixes!
ReplyDeleteOf course, reading about music and the road instantly made me think of this:
Switching it over to AM
Searching for a truer sound
Can't recall the call letters
Steel guitar and settle down
Catching an all-night station somewhere in Louisiana
It sounds like 1963, but for now it sounds like heaven