Lost Item from our Youth: The mixed tape

I was thinking about this the other day. Now, everyone who knows me knows that I love to communicate through song. I'm really big on playing songs with lyrics that are able to convey my feelings sometimes better than I can.

This came about because I am famous for putting lyrics on my Facebook page. My cousin saw a set of lyrics and said to me, "Now, if I could only get my boyfriend to read those. They are dead on what I'm feeling."

It brought me back to my youth and the coveted item of teeny-bopper girls (ok, and teenage girls) everywhere - the mixed tape. The one thing every boy could afford that, if done right, was guarenteed to make even the frostiest of ice queens melt into a puddle. Girls that scored this holy grail of youth ooohed and ahhhed over it with their girlfriends, as they all listened to the song choices that were made.

Then they all dissected the lyrics - what could they mean? Did he mean it this way or that? Why did he put THAT song on there?

As we got older, we gathered courage, and were able to SPEAK to the opposite sex in ways that transgressed the "You've got cooties." variety of speech we'd gotten used to over the years. It was also a relief to be able to speak face to face as opposed to using the (never worked right anyway) game of telephone. But, when it came to breaking the ice, the mixed tape still held a spot in the repitoire of nervous teenage boys.

Now, though married and somewhat older, I would love to be able to give someone a mixed CD, have them listen to the lyrics, and totally understand how I feel about them. (In marriage you're expected to TALK about it - blech - cuz sometimes ordinary words just don't do it).

So I started thinking and fantasizing. If I was younger (still in this time period) and single, what songs would I put on the mixed CD I would give to my "intended". Since I have almost 3000 songs on my iPod, I figure if it's not on there, it wouldn't be on my CD anyway.

So here we go - let's say 15 tracks, and not necessarily in order. (I'm linking to the lyrics cuz not everyone will know the songs).

Iris - GooGoo Dolls
Lips of An Angel - Hinder
Another - Glen Burtnick (had to link to an earlier post for these lyrics as I can't find them on the web)
I'm Ready - Bryan Adams
Everything - Lifehouse
In Too Deep - Phil Collins
Hold Onto the Nights - Richard Marx
Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol
For Just One Moment - John Tesh (duet with I can't remember who )
Bring Me to Life - Evanesence
Together - Styx
When There's Time for Love - Lawrence Gowan
Blue Monday - Fluke
They Don't Know - Tracy Ullman
Closer - Nine Inch Nails


So who's on your list?


Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

Bored bored bored

Ok, so I'm sitting here at work, on a Friday BORED out of my frickin' mind (I hear Dr. Evil in my head when I say that). My boss is more than well aware that there is SFA for me to do today, so he is in a forgiving mood while I sit here and aimlessly surf the net.

Hotmail is having many many issues today, so I can't check on my ten email accounts. I've checked out everything I need to, and I know I should be writing my wrestling column, but I can't be bothered right now. So I figured I'd get a blog entry in, considering I've been seriously neglecting it lately.

So hats off to the hoochies and the hotty who had a blast in B'ham last weekend. As I've said many times, I wish I could have been there with you. But there is hope that Taylor might make his way up here to the Great White North, and if he does make Toronto a stop on the tour, I expect to see a bunch of you here!

Yesterday was my grandfathers 86th birthday, and the poor man was rushed to the hospital because they think he's got a viral pneumonia. At his age, that could be lethal. So, I'm actually kind of glad that there's nothing for me to do today, cuz I can't properly concentrate. And I have to work a hockey game tonight. I worked the last one on Wednesday night, and I got so pissed at those guys.

HOW, tell me please, how do you end the first period with a 3-1 lead, and THEN lose the game 7-4???????? How the hell does this happen? The Marlies aren't the best in the AHL, but they're definately not the worst. They'd better win tonight, or the coach is going to have an aneurism.

So Sanjaya is still alive on American Idol. HOW? WHY? The kid is cute, and can sing, I'll give him that. But there's no power behind it. It always sounds like he's whispering the songs. The show said that they'll never put someone like Taylor through again - and speculation is because that we, as the Soul Patrol, scared the ever loving shit out of the producers. The voting for him was so phenomenal that they couldn't contain it. You can so tell that they didn't want Taylor to win it, because they are pimping out Chris Daughtry (who sounds like a bad Pearl Jam imitation no matter HOW good he looks), and Katherine McPhee (no comment on her). It really doesn't matter though. Those two are going to be a flash in the pan (mind you- five years from now or so). Taylor, however, will have one of those careers like Tony Bennett. Classy, long lasting, and full of talent.

So what's on your iPod? Or MP3 or even your Windows media player? My friends go through my iPod and they are SO confused about what type of music I like. I love it all (ok, most). I refuse to be pigeonholed into a specific type. Example - the next twenty songs on my iPod (it's on random right now):

Box Set - Barenaked Ladies
Take Me Home - Phil Collins
By 7:30 - Vonda Shepard
Woman's Point of View - Glen Burtnick
Desert Moon - Dennis DeYoung
A Kiss to Build a Dream On - Louis Armstrong
A Little More Love - Olivia Newton John
Good Luck Charm - Elvis Presley
Gonna Move - Taylor Hicks
Not enough - Our Lady Peace
Now & Forever - Carole King
Fallen Angel - Styx
Per Te - Josh Groban
Talk Dirty to Me - Poison
Two of Hearts - Stacey Q
Lost Brotherhood - Gowan
One Blue Day - The Wilkinsons
If This is the Last Kiss - Meatloaf
No Good Deed - Wicked Soundtrack (Broadway)
Sugar Shack - can't remember who sings it
Lips of An Angel - Hinder

So see what I mean? It often confuses my co-workers as I can be playing air guitar, rocking out to Bon Jovi one second, and doing jazz hands for a broadway tune the next. I love having 1821 songs and not knowing what's coming next. It's great. Especially when I'm practising for karaoke .

Ok gang, this has been a slice, but in six minutes, I officially clock out for the day. I'll update this weekend at some point - hopefully. Please keep my grandfather in your thoughts, and I'll catch ya later.


Stay sane inside insanity - and never forget your towel.