hello - is it me you're looking for?
when my younger sister was about 12 she used to record the soundtrack from top of the pops onto tape using the small cassette player I used for loading games onto the spectrum. she would put it up to the speaker of the telly and record the songs off of top of the pops (pausing it when the DJ's talked) and spend the week listening to the tape - and as I found out - learning all the words - verbatum.

that was until we were at a party and the slow songs came on and everyone was slow dancing to Hello by Lionel Richie.

I'm not sure if you're familiar with the video but at one point our hero Lionel is running after the blind girl, that has made a perfect sculpture of him in art class, and he yells "Help Me".
In the video.
He doesn't say that on the single.
The single that was being played as a room full of people slowed danced with each other.

I can still say "help me" now in any quiet situation and cause her to go red.

[edit: title should have been "hello - is it me you're looking at?]
(twistngo, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 21:46, 1 reply)

One day, I went to the shop
And picked up my food. And then I saw something I'd never tried before- I had to have it!

So I paid for my purchases, and ran home faster than someone doing a good impression of Jesse Owens.

I ripped the as-unhitherto tried items out of their packaging, and scoffed the lot in a matter of seconds.

There was however, a slight problem. I felt a rumbling in my guts, and something told me that everything wasn't right. This was confirmed when I spent the next three hours pebbledashing the porcelain throne with the vilest shite imagineable.

That's the last time I eat mixed dates.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Tue 12 Feb 2008, 21:23, Reply)

i had
some fois gras,some en croûte,and some en terrine on a plate.unfortunately i slipped on my way from the kitchen and they were all rearranged.
..
(Fuckpig "That's not even a pound a midget.", Tue 12 Feb 2008, 20:27, 1 reply)

One day I wasn't looking carefully enough...
... when I grabbed at the nearest roll of the sticky stuff to wrap up a package - and ended up using Selotape instead of Duct-tape.

I got my tapes mixed, if you will.
( Matoosh would rather like a biscuit, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 20:09, Reply)

Is it Thursday yet?
Yawn....
( b3tz, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 19:38, 1 reply)

I used to own a twig,
who had all the characteristics of being human - it could even fornicate for gawds sake! Unfortunately, most twigs don't have a very strong perception of right and wrong, and to top it off are horny buggers - this all resulted in my twig being sexually attacked.

You've got it kids - that was me stick raped
(bacontrout got ska, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 19:02, 1 reply)

I did a mix tape for my friend a few years ago
It consisted only of songs by the Monkeys, Gorillaz and Apeman by the Kinks.

It was a mixed ape collection.

(runs away)

EDIT:

(okay monkeys are not apes)
(Hagbard MacDougal, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 18:50, 1 reply)

Prodigy
My friend liked Prodigy, a lot. However, he particularly liked the song "Firestarter"

He did indeed create a "mix" tape consisting solely of that song. 45 minutes of it on each side of the tape (or however long a cassette tape is).
(BLuFFaLo, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 18:14, Reply)

My Dodgy mate
Never used to buy any music of his own. Now this was pre-interweb days so he just used to come round your house and whip out a blank tape anytime he heard anything decent.

It became a running joke as he NEVER left the house without a blank tape. Some years later at his wedding we all turned up with blank tapes in our pockets.
( BadBadman saw an incorrect comma placement on, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 16:56, Reply)

Not me, but my mother
She used to have several 'ongoing' mix tapes of the VHS format. They were full of random episodes of Coronation Street, East Enders etc etc.

I found one a couple of years ago (it had no label and I thought it was pron!) and was transported back to the mid 80's when there were only 3 ads during the break, no sponsorship add-ons and everything was cheezy as feck.

God only knows where my 'Dwarves ride donkeys' tape is.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 16:32, 1 reply)

When I was a nipper
I used to love those little sweeties with the novelty dispensers shaped like various Disney character's heads.

Being an odd little chap, I used to scratch an upper case A on the face of each sugary tablet and a diagonal cross on the reverse before loading them into the dispenser.
They were;



My X'ed A-Pez.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 16:26, 5 replies)

russian experiment
During the eighties, when the cold war was at it's height, the Russians set up an academy to teach gifted primates the skill of flying. After five years of schooling, they were put into planes and sent into the skies.

They were named after the model of aircraft they flew:

Migs Apes

[Is this the worst so far?]
(frankspencer, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 16:09, 6 replies)

tape piracy
A few years back I went through a faze of recording my favorite songs off the radio. All well and good you think but when you can't sing along to any future recording with out adding your own Simon Mayo voice over you know something is wrong.
(kintore_homeboy tenuous links since 1986!, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 16:07, Reply)

Not Really A Mix Tape, More A Way To Induce Tinnitus
One thing about living in Germany is having to put up with Weinachtsmarkts. You get about three of them in Cologne, all blaring out seasonal treacle from their loudspeakers from 10 in the morning to 11 at night, until they all blur into one. (Which is usually due to drinking Gluhwein to dull the pain).

This is when the mp3 player gets loaded with the most punishing metal I can find. Not being much of a metal fan, it usually tends to be Motorheads Greatest Hits (oh, alright, hit), but it cuts out the 100th reiteration of "Oh Tannenbaum" fairly well.
( Stevedix http://www.stevedix.de/blog, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 15:16, 2 replies)

I spent most of my formative years making mixtapes
but I rarely made them for other people, they were just for my own pleasure. Mostly because I have the BEST WALKMAN EVER

www.priyascape.com/new_images/IMP/my_first_sony.jpg

I still use it sometimes, but the sound has gone very wobbly now.

The tapes were mostly comprised of britpop, but there was a lot of stuff off the radio too. I spent many an evening pretending to do my homework, poised over the record button, waiting for Mr Peel or Mr Lamacq to announce the latest joy. Happy days, when you felt genuinely involved, and the thrill of discovering a new band meant rushing down to Our Price the next Saturday to spend your hard-earned pocket money.

And then there was the art of the actual mixtape, with CDs and records strewn across your bedroom floor, carefully judging what track follows on best, and how to make the transition from britpop to triphop, and wether you've put too much Blur on or not enough.

And what do we have now? The internet, which makes discovering new music so easy it doesn't seem fun any more. And instant downloads, which take all the tactile joys out of owning tunes, cataloguing them into dull, soulless icons. iTunes, which just creates a playlist for you removing the need for ever listening and involving yourself with the delicate intracacies of ordering and compiling. And the new, glossy, teen-mag NME, which is SO SHITE I COULD SCREAM.

I weep, b3ta. I weep.
( SugarSpunSister Yeah, whatever, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:52, 10 replies)

Good'ay mates
The other day I found myself in a backstreet bar being hassled by some shady types to deliver "stationary" for them. When I refused they backed me into a corner and started to become aggressive. I was saved by a cheery, wise-cracking Australian with crocodile-skin boots, leather waistcoat and wide-brimmed hat which he'd been been tipping at everyone in sight all evening. He put down his two beers and greeted the drug dealers with a smile and a nod and a whistle, which latter prompted a horde of angry gorillas to charge in and rip them apart.

You could say I was saved by Mick's apes.
(lost, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:46, 2 replies)

This is NOT the greatest mixtape in the world
Aaaaaaaaages ago, when I got together with Mrs. Doom, she was still friends with some of her ex's mates from the Games Workshop. They had a problem, and thought that we might be the people to help.

They wanted to play bastard loud rock music, as one might expect, but one of the mothers of a younger gamer had complained about the swearing going on in the background as little Timmy laid waste to hordes of Orcs.

We had a blank C90, a load of metal and rock CDs and a mission. 90 minutes of rock and metal with not a single swearword on it. This meant extensive scanning of booklets, inlays, artwork, and listening through tracks to be certain. Also, added to that, I'm completely anal about mixtapes, and they have to flow perfectly. So, off we go...

A whole DAY of this later, and I stagger away from the CD / Tape player content that I've made the loudest, cleanest mixtape the world has ever heard.

It starts with some ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead to get things going, then some Queens of the Stone Age (hey, she didn't say anything about drugs!), gradually increasing in heaviness until by the end of side one we've reached Coal Chamber, Deftones and RATM.

Kicking off Side II, we're journeying from the heavy back to the slightly less heavy so a little Soulfly and System of a Down, we gradually wind down with some At The Drive-In before nestling gently with a bit of Black Sabbath.

I was pretty chuffed, I'd managed to put a load of loud guitary stuff on there, not a word out of place. Job's a good'un. Send the tape off.

Fucker never even said thank you. Wish I'd filled it with obscene filth now.
( Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:44, 2 replies)

Yesterday I was looking through a scrapyard when I came across a skip full of plumbing equipment.
You could say it contained mixed taps.

(Now feck off.)
(Half of Stephen Fry's right buttock pissed on your dog on, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:32, Reply)

I have made mixtapes in the past
which were usually the best songs by one particular artist on each tape, but in keeping with the question I seem to specialise in iTunes playlists and have quite an OCD-like tendency to make them for any given reason. Currently I have ones for the seasons, Christmas, 70s, 80s, 90s, 00s, happy, going out on the piss, cheese and guilty pleasures, an old playlist that I assembled for my roommate in Italy so she could burn some CDs, and one of all the songs I listened to while I was living in Lausanne. For some reason, I do find it helps to have mood/occasion/memory playlists, to either remind me of happier times or to complement how I'm feeling at the time.

Currently I'm compiling one for grieving; my grandad passed away on Sunday and as was an atheist and wanted to donate his body to medical science, there won't be any kind of funeral, plus I'm 200 miles away from home and in the middle of a very busy semester. I think it may help me to work through it.

Now if I could just do one to make me wake up in the morning and get on with my dissertation...
( Maladicta, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:22, 1 reply)

I once made a Mix Tape...
It was Craigs Rocking Radio Mix Tape Vol 7.

It consisted of.

Status Quo - In the Army Now
Swing Out Sister - Breakout
Wee Papa Girl Rappas - Wee Rule
Wap Bam Boogie - ??
Phil Collins - ??
MAARS - Pump up the Volume

Indeed it was rocking until the fucking 2 bob stereo in my cousins MKii Ford Cortina (With Vinyl Roof) eat it.

The fucking cunt.
(hoogie Original Cunt Horse Author, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:20, 2 replies)

shit bandwagon?
Ex russian fighter pilot opened a food shop in the Algarve.

Migs Tapas was the name

coat? check

shoes? check

getting to fuck? here I go!
(Halfy By light alone, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:09, Reply)

The other day I saw a cat eating some cheese
You could say it was a "cheese cat" lol
(irv made you eat your parents in a chilli on, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:05, 9 replies)

I am an anally retentive, highly organised office geek with OCD...

My tapes are exactly the same size, shape and length, in exactly the perfect order …they are structured and catalogued in such a way to make the process of finding any particular aspect of each tape a highly efficient experience.

The mere thought of them being ‘mixed’ makes me want to go and wash my hands…

Again…
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:04, Reply)

Once......
I began a long and slightly whimsical back story. The story concerned a person or place or an object, the name of which sounded a bit like the first part of the title of this weeks QOTW.

As I said, the story was long, it concerned something that was a bit sad, something regarding long lost love or the death of an animal. The story had nothing obviously to do with the title of this weeks QOTW.

Something happened in the story, a clever twist. The twist involved the subject of the story becoming involved with something which a good thesaurus would tell you was a synonym for somthing which sounded a lot like the second part of the title of this weeks QOTW.

The story gradually built to a hot, sweaty, writhing climax, in order to give those that like to read the lunchtime erotica a reason to continue to the bottom of my convoluted tale.

At this point the tale seemingly ended, without an obvious conclusion.

And below this apparent cop out I inserted a sentence which includes the subject of the story (which as we know sounded like the first part of the QOTW title) and the synonym for whatever the subject was involved in (which as we now know sounds almost identical to the second part of the QOTW title).

At this point you all realise that the preable was simply a cunning ploy to get you to read my story thinking it was genuine, when in fact I was simply trying my best to amuse you all with a bad pun of my own.

As you chuckle out loud/groan with barely disguised disgust, your eyes flicker downwards to a brief line extoling the length of my penis in a way which makes it seem like i'm sorry for taking up so much of your lunch hour.

At this point you think "that was worth a click" and do so, maybe even adding a reply which indicates that you got my pun, possibly adding another, potentially funnier one.
( Bazongaloid, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 13:42, 9 replies)

The only punishment for George Michael
Nothing personal against George but I had a tendency to equate his music with girlie shite. I had never gone out with anyone who liked him and none of my mates did. My own music tastes went from Mozart and Satie throught to Pistols, Pixies and Banshees but neatly skipped over George.
Imagine my surprise then, when my new squeeze presents me with a tape he has done for me. Just for me. With a huge smile and happy heart he handed it over as mine sank into my (many buckled) boots. It was an homage to girlie shite. I said thanks and put it in my bag, not wanting to hurt him as he was lovely.
FF a couple of weeks and he asked if I had listened to it. Not really I said but I made you one. He looked thrilled..
And can you believe that after an hours worth of Pixies, Alien Sex Fiend, Joy Division, Pistols, Stiff Little Fingers and Banshees he still asked me to marry him? Of course that was after we agreed we would not make each other any more tapes....
(Siouxfan I'm not staring at you, I am just short sighted, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 13:26, Reply)

Say it like a chav would...
I went to a posh dinner recently and there was lots of little bits of food on different plates all over the table.

They were mixed canapes.

Oh! the horror!
( girlinthehole, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 13:20, 2 replies)

I was given a box of assorted water-resistant cloths and sheets
They were mixed tarps.
(Stevie Ruggling, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 13:19, Reply)

...
Whilst rummaging around a jumble sale a couple of weeks ago, I found a box of assorted clothing – shorts, shirts, trousers, t-shirts etc – all in the same brown-grey colour.

It was a box of mixed taupes…




OK, I’ll get me coat…
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Tue 12 Feb 2008, 13:01, 2 replies)

A story about Mick Stapes
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( MisterPunch did it that way on, Tue 12 Feb 2008, 12:33, Reply)