The self-absorbed art of the Mixtape

20 Sep

Polly: Then Oxford Comma said, “Is it too early to make you a mixtape?” and I said “Of course not!” to which he replied, “Great, because I already did.”
Penny: And this was the night before your first date?
Polly: Yes.
Penny: That is too soon. You just met a month ago.
Polly: But it’s ok because he said he made it but he isn’t going to give it to me yet.
Penny: …
Polly: So that’s why I made him one last night that he also can’t have yet.
Penny: If I didn’t love you so much I’d hate you. You know that, right?

Penny is absolutely correct. A month and only a handful of in-person encounters does not equip someone with the familiarity necessary to construct a playlist of songs that reminds them of the other person. And giving someone a mixtape too early in the courtship process can move things in a serious direction too quickly. After all, how can you fill about sixty minutes without including at least one song about eternal, unconditional, consuming love?

Here is my theory: One does not make mixtapes for or about someone else. One makes mixtapes to serve as an introduction to their own personality. And with that understanding, the beginning of a courtship is the perfect time for exchanging music. Song lyrics should be strictly taken as an insight to the mix-er’s taste and not as an indicator of present sentiments.

“Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse/ Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.” (The Distance, Cake) I am not trying to comunicate anything about my digestive shortcomings and I do not follow NASCAR. Mostly I really enjoy Cake’s use of a Melodica in this song.

“This is a love attack.” (Walking on the Sun, Smash Mouth) No, I am not actually attacking you with love. I just like to listen to this song when all the windows in my car are rolled down.

“I tip on alligators and little rattle snakers/ But I’m another flavor/ Something like a terminator.” (Tightrope, Janelle Monae) This song makes me dance a lot. I do not support animal cruelty and do not desire to live in the robotic, dystopian future of Archandroid.

“The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought/ to my plea casts a spell over me.”  (You Go to my Head, Rufus Wainwright covering Judy Garland) Actually, that’s about right.

And just because it’s fun:


2 Responses to “The self-absorbed art of the Mixtape”

  1. Molpadia (Molly) October 3, 2012 at 2:18 pm #

    THAT LINE FROM SMASH MOUTH IS MY FAVORITE LINE! I think it was in my aim profile, and that’s saying something.

  2. Sotorya (Tory) October 4, 2012 at 2:51 pm #

    I like this theory about mix tapes. Truly.

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