Please don’t make me prattle on about the lost art of physical cassette mixtapes that you painstakingly dub yourself, and then you scrawl out all the artists and song titles in your lousy childlike handwriting, and then you give the whole tape some cutesy pompous quasi-literary title like I AM NOT AFRAID OF STORMS, and then you slip it to Your Crush Who Sits in Front of You in AP Biology or Philosophy 101 or whatever and you just pray the tape conveys some semblance of an idea of what a sensitive and passionate and charismatic person you are. It’s a beautiful thing. The first song on Side 2.
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