Mixed tape

Mixed tape.

Did you ever sit, on a Sunday night, hunched over your cassette deck listening to Casey Cason with the single intent of making the worlds most brilliant mixed tape? You would listen as his velvet voice announced the next song in the top 40, and have only a split second to decide whether that tune was worthy of capturing. Did you do it? I did! This was my beloved tape recorder. (pinched from Pinterest)

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You had to hit the blue and orange buttons together to record. It was the eighties at the time, and I was a big believer of the therapy behind the power ballad. But when it came to long family trips, my mixed tape was never allowed to be played. Instead, we had to contend with these…

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I think the government at the time made this Album mandatory for every household to own.

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Every. Single. Musical. We. Owned. Them. All.

 

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Sting. Swoon. {please get a thorough health check. We need you!}

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Somehow, Whitney’s Power Ballads were permissible.

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Every word. I knew every word on this album and I still do. Hello Darkness my old friend…

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This album was the soundtrack to my youth.

I saw Prince in concert once. I tried with all my might to get tickets to his most recent Sydney gig just weeks ago. REFRESH REFRESH REFRESH! I even had a darling reader (who I didn’t know) offer to buy some from her seven opened devices which was very sweet, but I had to tell her that my marriage would be doomed if I handed over my credit card details to her. But back to the concert. It was at the Entertainment Centre and we had great seats. I watched as that small man bounced around the stage, playing solos on dozens of instruments. Sitting in from of me was the brilliant David Helfgott, who conducted the entire concert with his hands.

Musical brillance is indeed a thing to behold.

And there she goes….

While I grew up listening to poems being sung….

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

 

Our kids get to listen to offerings by a fella called TYGA (Featuring Chris Brown)

You can tell by the way I walk that I got ’emBail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I got ’em, I got ’em
Ooh, she bad, she don’t do it for free
I got em, I got em
Got bitches n marijuana

How very bad-ass. Thats not music, for fuck sake it isn’t even sentences!

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When it comes to your own childhood, what albums or artists stand out in your memory?

What is the anthem to your youth?