22 Apr 2000 3:04 pm

I was cleaning out my room this weekend, partly out of tradition (the house needs to be clean around Easter in case family drops by, and besides which, cleaning is metaphorically good for the soul), and partly because I could no longer ignore the firetrap of papers that had managed to blanket my floor.

In the process, I found an old tape caddy with a bunch of mixes made sometime between 1996 and 1998; definately way before I acquired my CD Burner.

As I was headed out to school anyway, I decided to bring them along for a listen. Man, the songs that were on there were those that I’d almost forgotten, but ones which I still loved. The Cure’s “Close to Me”. They Might Be Giant’s “Birdhouse In Your Soul”. Eric Clapton’s “Heaven Is One Step Away”. Songs from my youth, as it were.

There’s something strangely nostalgic about self-made mix tapes from your past. They capture a moment, an emotion, a mood. They remind you of what you were thinking about when you made them, and the kind of atmosphere you were hoping to invoke through them.

As a result, I had a lot of fun singing along off-key to these old favorites on my drive to campus. And yes, I was alone in the car. There’s no way that I’m going to subject somebody else to my off-key singing voice.