I am old enough to remember the tape. Not only old enough. Since being an adult I have created mix tapes. On tape. Mix tapes were tricky little blighters. Pressing pause at just the right moment, allowing enough white noise between songs. When I met my now husband, this had moved past minidiscs to CDs, and now we are onto the playlist. Less fiddly, but no less enjoyable.
Oh Comely, oh magazine of inspiration, I praise your monthly ‘what we listened to: the songs that made the issue’. Sometimes I recognise many of the songs, sometimes none, but with my rediscovery of Spotify, I can now enjoy the music that made the magazine before deciding whether to build upon my bulging CD stash.
The beauty of the playlist has always inspired me. From the days of my love for all things Simon and Garfunkel, Buddy Holly and Dire Straits to my new love of the Sunday morning playlist - mentioned in my previous post - a premeditated combination of songs created, not by a record company à la Now 81, but by a human being, never ceases to fill me with wonderment.
Which takes me to Hubbub, a former Victorian chapel now cafe bar and restaurant, which is a feast to my ears as well as my stomach. Every time I go in for lunch, they play a series of songs that melts my heart. This time it was:
- Ben Howard’s ‘Keep Your Head Up’
- Gotye’s ‘Smoke and Mirrors’
- Echo and the Bunnymen’s ‘The Killing Moon’
What a combination.
We have come a long way since the mix tape. I can Shazam a song before coming home and playing it on Spotify then downloading the song on iTunes or buying the CD through Amazon. It is so easy now. But the memory of the mix tape lives on, and that remembrance of someone sitting down to create that mix of songs just for you is pretty inspirational.
Photo courtesy of Jinxi Caddel.