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Make Shit Mondays: You dreamed a dream, Rikka . . .

In I Make Things, Rikka, Rooks on August 23, 2011 at 12:06 am

Hello!  Welcome to Make Shit Mondays, where the posts are right-brained and the attitude is crafty and just your type.  (I swear, it won’t always be mixes – the future holds the making of tangible objects, like um, clothes and plushies and electronics and art and accoutrement and food and drink and whatever else we can get our hands on, as well as music.)  And sorry to be tardy to the party – there were some computer issues but things seem peachy now, thankfully, and barely in time for this to yet be a Make Shit Monday post to boot.

That being said, I’m a bit of a mixaholic – I have no problems admitting I have a problem, except for that part where it is totally awesome and not a problem at all and I accept the things I cannot change, rearrange everything else, and have the wisdom to know when to fadeout.

Athena

Athena: The First Mixtape.

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Fireside Chats: Not My Standard Mixtape

In Didn't you know this is a music blog?, I Make Things, Rooks on August 11, 2011 at 1:46 pm

Part of the reason I love the format of the “mixtape” over that of the “playlist” – misnomered though mixtapes mostly are these days – is the built-in constraint.  With a playlist, you can do any ol’ length; if you have enough covers or “songs with jewels in the title” or “auditory anachronisms” (all playlists I have) you can make a playlist as long as your individual storage capabilities can handle.  There’s no laboring over the tough edits and tougher calls, and there’s really, at least to my mind, none of the requisite storytelling – thematic, atmospheric, or otherwise – that comes with construction of a mixtape.  Sure, any mixophile worth their salt will be minding their transitions, regardless of format, but a mixtape forces a certain degree of choice, whether one wills it or no; the meaning is built in, and because for whatever reason you chose those specific songs, a mixtape can, I think, always be deconstructed, parsed, in a way that a playlist simply cannot.  Put another way, if the difference between a writer and a playwright is more than the spelling, is the requisite emphasis on the holistic crafting of a work due to the nature of the medium in which it will be consumed, I’d argue that the distance between a mixtape and a playlist, as I define them, can be measured in much the same way. Read the rest of this entry »

Keep Up That Sputtering Strut

In I Make Things, Jenny on July 1, 2010 at 11:00 pm

You know that moment right as you start to pull out of a rut? The moment when you’re still real mad, but starting to be able to laugh about it? But the laugh is all raspy and laughing feels unfamiliar and you start coughing instead.

In that moment, there are two paths you can choose.You can hole up and watch seventeen more hours of Hulu. Or you can get in the car and drive to get a milkshake. And for no reason you can fathom, you say, “Fuck it, it’s sunny outside. Hell, it’s downright lovely,” and you grab your keys.

That is the moment you hit play on this mix. Read the rest of this entry »