Letting Go of an Old Friend

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The first time I lost a record store it was inconceivable.  A teenager I was stunned and personally wounded; how could anyone see fit to remove my Sam Goody?  The record store did not have the largest selection but was close by to my home.  And for a few of my teenage years, it was where I spent my allowance on CDs.

I delighted in the rhythmic clinking of the plastic holders as I searched for musical gold. Most weeks I had my eye on the full album of a band from a popular track the radio.  Other times I took to the sage-like wisdom of the clerk who gave me the occasional sampler. When he suggested Chuck Berry, I was forever changed, returning the next week to be introduced to Otis Redding.  Now the store is now long gone even the mall that contained it has transformed, but Chuck and Otis have never left my side.

After my first record store closing music stores would pop up be visited a few times and then flatline. I got used to the ebb and flow of these places, enjoying them while they survived but never again surprised when that ceased to be the case. Until now.

Easy Street in Queen Anne was, as people like to say, an institution.  It was large, comfortable, and intrinsically Seattle.  It was part of the route I took my visiting friends on after the monorail to look up at the Needle after hearing some songs.  I went out of my way to buy CDs at Easy Street because it was my music store.  There were listening stations made from old phone booths, a DJ area, a place for live performances  huge glossed counters, framed posters signed by legendary local bands.  Almost everyone I know owns one piece of Easy Street clothing. And I could swear I spotted an Easy Street sticker when I recently watched the movie “Singles” for the first time.

Upon hearing of the impending doom, I decided to shop Easy Street Queen Anne one last time two nights before it closed.Store Closing photo IMG_20130117_192746_zps10a78b85.jpg

Everything was on sale and the music, hand selected by the sullen workers, played over the whirring of dissembling shelves.
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I was shopping to a farewell mix.
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Isaac Hayes – “Walk on By”

Eve 6 – “Inside Out”.  (This is a song all my friends can recite word for word – can you?).

Perry Como with his version of “Papa Loves Mambo”

The Cure – “Pictures of You”.  (At times like these there is always The Cure).

I bought some CDs but it wasn’t enough.  Too old to publicly cry over a store I headed home to seek comfort in my music.

I Had 99 Problems But This Blog Ain’t One

Letting go of my ‘Jay-Z self’, I’ve cast off the woes of 2012 (musical and otherwise) to embrace the healing glow of a new year!

It is time to get out of my musical comfort zone by exploding it. This is a year for trying out new music and seeing where, or if, it fits in my life.

I hope for another year of conversations about mix tapes and music in general. Chatting about tapes opens a dialogue that never dulls. Each discussion inspires me. Even revisiting my growing collection of mp3s, CDs, vinyl, and tapes comes with a constantly refreshed perspective.

Thank You!

So to 2013, year two of Mixed with Care, and all of you (regardless of your generation) I say, “Ready Steady Go”!

The Beatles preforming on a television show called “Ready Steady Go”:

Generation X – “Ready Steady Go”:

Paul Oakenfold – “Ready Steady Go”:

A Good Change for a Change

I have decided to extend the project beyond the original year.

This simply means the Mixed with Care mission has changed from this:

In Short: My yearlong musical adventure revolving around donated mix tapes, the local music scene, and musical knowledge and skill development.

to

In Short: A musical adventure revolving around donated mix tapes, the local music scene, and musical knowledge and skill development.

Also keep those tapes coming.

-Amara

Things Spin Apart

Mix tapes get destroyed. It just happens. This high probability of demise puts value into them. Listeners know; cassettes are precious and if not well kept the magic of a mix tape could be lost forever.

Therefore, you would expect that mix tapes are kept in pristine condition. In my experience, the opposite is true. The dents and scratches they earn, from being kept in car cigarette trays or at the bottom of backpacks, define cassettes. These flaws are battle wounds in the revolution of sound and no matter how fragile the magnetic reel inside, cassettes are considered to be tough guardians of music.

Seasoned cassette listeners know this machismo is illusion but we believe it anyway. Right up until something goes wrong.

The tape player made a distantly familiar sound. My right hand shot out, a latent 90s instinct I didn’t know I had, and slammed down on the square button. Like a Sci-Fi victory, the machine had been stopped, but the damage still needed to be assessed.
As tense as lifting a rock in the desert of Arizona, I slowly opened up the tape player. My fears were realized.

While the deck was not launching glossy charcoal strands into the sky; the tape had snagged and was now snaked around the gears.

Then the worst part, I thought to myself, ‘this is fine, I’ll just fix it”. Thirty minutes later I am sitting in a pool of tape intestines spinning two pencils around gears trying to undo a colossal mess.

The tape looks like a lost cause. But I will give it one last shot, because I want to believe the illusively hearty sound will be saved.

The Unknown Country

This mix technique has always been the lazy one. You put tape into the player during what promises to be an exceptional run of music, often a countdown, and hit record. When found, these tapes often include advertisements, DJ chatter, and any number of odd interruptions or song cut offs.

The blank cassette I put into the tape deck this morning was just that, a lazy recording of the New Year countdown of 104.1 FM KXDD – Yakima’s 104 most requested songs of 1993. And it is a country list.

It begins with Alan Jackson covering “Mercury Blues”, a song that suddenly makes me realize more than seven months into the project and the only country music I have encountered is Dolly Parton. And while never a Dolly-phile (is there such a thing?) I always have and always will love that special something that makes Dolly… well Dolly.

Country has never captivated me. If there was one genre that was generally considered not “not cool” when I was growing up it was country. While occasionally boy bands got a pass, country music never did not during the years directly following the tragic end of Nirvana and the upswing of band’s like No Doubt and Green Day.

Still in shadow of “Nevermind” I had a good friend who openly stayed true to her love of country. And amid those adolescent years, taking a stand for something as counter mainstream, as country was in the 90s, is rough. But now, listening to these popular country songs I can see why they would appeal to a teenager; sometimes funny, even ridiculous, slammed right up against songs that are severely honest and grippingly sad. Country music seems to be riddled with the same odd juxtaposition of hormone swings, as a developing teen, not to mention the choruses are catchy, so so catchy.

Take my new favorite amusement songs, “Mama Knows the Highway”. Within the words is a captivating tale of Americana. With lyrics like “she can gage a café just by looking at the sign”, ring true of the wisdom of mothers always possess. Moreover, the line acknowledges the travel expertise that comes with the profession.
Occasionally off putting, this tape contains a look at popular country music with a comprehensive range. Some songs are simple. Others are silly. Then out of nowhere a track will be followed by a slow and truly emotion piece, like Wynonna Judd’s “Is it Over Yet”.

Stepping out of the music you know is just like traveling to a place where you don’t speak the language. It involves walking right past your comfort zone and trying out something new. And while I didn’t grow up with country music, nor do I naturally gravitate towards it, on occasion it is nice to push play on a tape that gives me a new perspective and a second change at the what I missed back in 1993.

Side A
Alan Jackson – “Mercury Blues”
Travis Tritt – “T-R-O-U-B-L-E”
Hal Ketchum – “Mama Knows the Highway”
Restless Heart – “We Got the Love”
Sawyer Brown – “Trouble on the Line”
McBride and the Ride – “Going Out of My Mind”
Larry Stewart – “Alright Already”
Garth Brooks – “Learning to Live Again”
Wynonna Judd “Tell Me Why”
Alan Jackson – “Tonight I Climbed the Wall”
George Strait – “The Heartland“
Wynonna Judd – “It is Over Yet”
Confederate Railroad -“The Queen of Memphis”
Lee Roy Parnell – “Tender Moment”

Side B
Steve Warner – “If I Didn’t Love You”
McBride and the Ride – “Love on the Loose”
Billy Ray Cyrus – “Somebody New”
Billy Ray Cyrus – “In the Heart of a Women”
Sammy Kershaw – Queen of My Double Wide Trailer”
Aaron Tippin – “My Blue Angel”
Mary Chapin Carpenter – “The Hard Way”
Tanya Tucker – “Soon”
Little Texas – “God Bless Texas”
Billy Ray Cyrus – “She’s Not Crying Anymore”
Sammy Kershaw – “Haunted House”
Diamond Rio – “Oh Me, Oh My, Sweet Baby”

A Mix That Never Was (No.3)

The Small Earth Day Mix

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Side A

Bicycle Race – Queen

Monkey Gone to Heaven - The Pixies

Long Line of Cars – Cake

Apeman -The Kinks

Big Yellow Taxi – Joni Mitchell

The Kids Don’t Stand a Chance - B.o.B

Side B

Man in the Mirror – Michael Jackson

Nothing But Flowers – Talking Heads

The Trees – Rush

Help – the Beatles

Changes – David Bowie

Give – Sea of Bees

 

Yes, I Did

Alternate title:  Prog Rockin’ my Lexicon

People who know sub-sub musical genres intrigue me.  Musical genealogists. Categorizing perfectionists.  Pretentious music snobs.  No matter how they get to the drill down organization of sound, the specifics of each musical zone are pretty cool.

As a wannabe vocabulary junkie I am envious of the masters of music jargon.  The idea of people using a term like “prog rock” as a standard part of their vocabulary interests me.

And this is how I found myself electing to watch a Yes concert. Particularly, “Yes: Live at Montreux 2003″

Here are some gut level reactions while watching/thinking about Yes:

Yes sounds like everything all at once and the opposite of that, chewed up and mixed with glitter then painted on a house.

Yes is like if a zombie bunny was the front-man for a band of undead yet cute creatures that played in the forest of Shakespeare’s a Midsummer’s Nights Dream

Yes is the music that would be playing in the background of a costume convention combining the 70s and a Renaissance Faire.  Doth not be square-eth.

Yes may very well be what plays at tourist traps with colored dancing water displays.

Yes is the unofficial sound for putting glitter on things.

Yes is disturbing in how it reminds me of Sting.

Yes is gimmicky, but comfortable with the situation.

Yes exists so that Swarovski crystals maintains sales.

I can’t say I am going to dive in and become a Yes fan.  The sound is bearable even fun at times.  I could even see myself having a favorite Yes song on my iPod.   But the esthetics go too far for me.   What seems like a simple enough concert has too many bells and whistles.  In my opinion, Yes is trying too hard.  Still, in the shadows of this documentary I can see a distant non-clothing-related sparkle of a time where this music was inventive and new.  But time moves on and from my Xbox the time for this sound has gone from Yes to nope.

The First Date Problem

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There is a special moment that occurs while putting a potential mix tape into the player. As the familiar tape fuzz hits the ear, a curious anticipation appears.
For me this is a romantic moment, waiting for the first note of an unknown track is like a first kiss; it comes with baited breath. And much like the moment when lips first touch, sometimes there is disappointment. Expecting fireworks no one wants to be left with endless tape hiss.

Last night held a series of bad mix tapes.

The first tape started with no sound and then, after multiple fast-forwards to check the remaining tape, it yielded more nothing. On side two there was a moment, no more than three seconds, where I heard a piece of a song, so few notes that I had nothing to investigate. The haunting remnant of a song the tape once held or almost held and then the hiss of nothingness returned.

The second tape was entirely blank. It did not stick around attempting to fool me with even a whisper of music. This one was just an empty vessel.

The third tape, unlike the others, had more hope. It had a label, “Czerwone Gitary”. After the first song came out in a language I could not identify, the Internet explained everything. I was listening to a mix tape labeled with the name of one of the all-time most Popular Polish pop bands.

Unable to determine the names of the tracks or dig into the lyrics, I just listened. Even with my lack of Polish language skills the music was infectious. The sounds of Czerwone Gitary were fast friends, as all pop songs are intended to be.

Side one proved to be a hand selected mix of songs. The transitions were jagged. The volume inconsistent. Had this tape been copied directly from a CD, the resulting mix would be smoother. I rationalize that the Mix Tape Maker selected these particular Polish pop tracks by hand. When I read on Wikipedia that the band has eighty-two albums all became clear; there are many tracks to choose from when making the ultimate Czerwone Gitary mix tape!

Then when it was time for side two, my nemesis, the blank tape hiss returns.
Suddenly, I hear a familiar voice. It is Gloria Estefan. The Cuban songstress has forced her way through the seemingly endless hiss to sing the wisdom, “the rhythm is gonna get ya”.

In all likelihood this is a recycled mix tape made by someone who opted to record over Gloria Estefan for a handpicked mix of Czerwone Gitary. But Gloria is a strong women and apparently the rhythm is gonna get me, even among Polish pop hits and a few disappointing tapes.

Side One:
All Czerwone Gitary (Maybe the biggest hits?!)
Here is an example:

Side Two (contains one song):
The Rhythm is gonna get you – Gloria Estefan

A Mix That Never Was (No.2)

The Go Ichiro Mix aka Songs for a Winning Mariners’ Season

Side A
The Boys Are Back in Town – Thin Lizzy (for a different take on this song try the cover by the Cardigans)
Chuck Berry – Brown Eyed Handsome Man (found in the Rolling Stone Pop Culture Article “The 15 Baseball Songs Better than ‘Centerfield’” by Writer Rob Scheffield )
Wild Thing – Joan Jett
Do You Love Me – The Countours
Tubthumping – Chumbawmba (for a tape I recommend the radio edit for best effect)
King of Swing – Big Bad Voodoo Daddy

Side B
Get Ready for This – 2Unlimited
Welcome to the Jungle – Guns N’ Roses
Another One Bites the Dust – Queen
Top Secret Man – The Plastics (suggestion by KEXP DJ El Toro aka @KurtBReighley)
You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet – Bachman Turner Overdrive
All I do is Win – T-Pain
This is How we Do It – Montell Jordan
Glory Days – Bruce Springsteen
Take Me Out the Ball Game – Gene Kelly and Frank Sinatra

And while not included in the mix, I think everyone should have the experience of hearing the song Ichiro! by Xola Malik previously known as Kid Sensation.

Here is the song:

More on that tune in the article “Hip-Hop ode to Ichiro looking like a hit” by Florangela Davila from The Seattle Times

The Search for Red Legos

I woke up this morning and learned via an Indie Wire article that Mark Mothersbaugh, a member of Devo, is going to score the 2014 film “Lego”. So in addition to your songs, lyrics, and old mixes I am now also taking donations of red Legos to build a Devo Energy Dome (aka hat) at PO Box 20263 Seattle, WA 98102.

Here is a video of how the new blue domes are made:
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and a video of Mark playing the omnichord . Note the adorable pillbox-like Energy Domes worn by the ladies in the video:

Wondering where else might you find an omnichord? According to wikipedia, The Wombats, The Crash Test Dummies, Flight of the Conchords, Placebo, and My Morning Jacket all have members who rock the omnichord.

And to kick off your Friday morning off right, here is a link to Devo’s hit ‘Whip It’.