tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130877.post5525548733875237319..comments2023-06-30T02:03:41.663-07:00Comments on Monoblog: This might not last forever.Mary Forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13127108612771957019noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3130877.post-66410957050344676812010-06-08T23:26:00.561-07:002010-06-08T23:26:00.561-07:00I did make plenty of mix tapes and I still have th...I did make plenty of mix tapes and I still have them, mainly because I do cherish those out-runs of tape. My ghosts are less transparent but ghosts just the same. They are just more persistent, like a haunting where the specter hangs out by a particular stair case, or are known to haunt room “some number” of “some hotel.”<br /><br />For example, in 1986 I made a tape of songs that lead-in with Sting’s Grammy performance of “I Hope the Russians Love Their Children Too“ At the end of that last few feet of tape you speak of, I lead-out by simply plugging a microphone into the mixer and hoisting it to windows edge to record our national anthem followed by South Korea’s, as is customary on military bases. I could hear myself “whispering” to my room mate and I could feel the moment; almost “hear” the air in the room. I now wish I had created more of them in that manner.<br /><br />In those days it was less about the lyrics. It was about the imagery; the theme, the flow of the mix-tape. I imagined myself within the tape. These days I am outside of the mix. They are more two dimensional. They are less magical I am sorry to say.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03752049712941686094noreply@blogger.com