Alright, here's a question
for you folks who don't like the question ;) And also because I'm bored and need entertaining.


What is the most embarrassing mix tape you ever made? Tell the story! There has to be some embarrassing mix tape stories..
(darras jeg har en grevling i hodet. Grevling, grevlang, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 10:53, 5 replies)

I think in the dark ages when we made mix tapes from the radio
you'd listen to your favourite tape for ages and ages and know the mixed in follow on track or the words the DJ said by heart.
To this day, when I listen to Detatchable Penis by King Missile, I still hear the late, great Tommy Vance on the Friday Rock Show saying 'Off the wall. King Missle.'
( riverghost servicing your mum since, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 10:43, 4 replies)

I did a mix tape for me!
Back in 'the day' I used to frequent a nightclub in Sheffield called REBELS. Many many many drunken weekends were lost in that place. It was a complete crap-hole, but it was (at the time) OUR crap-hole :-)

Anyhoo...I was feeling a little nostalgic for those days not so long ago and I put an MP3 CD together of just a few of the tracks played there. Some of these I like, some of them I don't, pretty representative, I reckon!

So heres the track listing in all its unashamed glory :-)

ACDC - Highway To Hell
ACDC - Thunderstruck
ACDC - Whole Lotta Rosie
Aerosmith & Run DMC - Walk This Way
Aerosmith - Dude (looks like a lady)
Aerosmith - Livin on the edge
Aerosmith - Love in an elevator
Aerosmith - Rag doll
Alice Cooper - Poison
Alice In Chains - Them Bones
Anthrax - I Am The Law_0
Black Sabbath - War Pigs
Bon Jovi - Livin' On A Prayer
Bon Jovi - You Give Love A Bad Name
Boston - More Than A Feeling
Bryan Adams - Summer Of '69
David Lee Roth - Just Like Paradise
David Lee Roth - Just a Gigolo-I Ain't Got Nobody
Def Leppard - Love Bites
Def Leppard - Pour Some Sugar On Me
Europe - The Final Countdown
Extreme - Get The Funk Out
Extreme - More Than Words
Faith No More - Epic
Faith No More - Falling To Pieces
Faith No More - From Out Of Nowhere
Faith No More - We Care A Lot
Firehouse - Don't Treat Me Bad
Free - All Right Now
Gary Moore - Out in the fields
Golden Earring - Radar Love
Great White - Once Bitten Twice Shy
Guns N' Roses - Paradise City
Guns N' Roses - Sweet Child O'Mine
Guns N' Roses - Welcome to the Jungle
Guns n Roses - Mama Kin
Hanoi Rocks - Up around the bend
Iron Maiden - Aces High
Jane's Addiction - Been Caught Stealing
Jesus Jones - Real Real
Joan Jett - I Love Rock n' Roll
Judas Priest - Breaking the law
Judas Priest - Turbo lover
KLF - Last Train to Trancentral
Kiss - Deuce
Kiss - God Gave Rock And Roll To You
Kiss - Lick It Up
L7 - Pretend We're Dead
Led Zeppelin - Rock and Roll
Lita Ford - Kiss Me Deadly
Love Hate - Blackout in the red room
Love Hate - Why do you think they call it dope
Metallica - For Whom The Bell Tolls
Metallica - Master Of Puppets
Motley Crue - Wild Side
Motorhead - Ace of Spades
M”tley Cr?e - Girls, Girls, Girls
M”tley Cr?e - Smokin' In The Boys Room
NIN - Head like a hole
New Model Army - 51st State
Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit
Ozzy Osbourne - Mr. Crowley
Pearl Jam - Alive
Poison - Talk dirty to me
Poison - Unskinny Bop
Queensryche - Eyes of a stranger
Queensryche - Jet City Woman
Rage Against the Machine - Bullet in the Head
Rage Against the Machine - Killing in the Name
Rainbow - I surrender
Rainbow - Since You've Been Gone
Ram Jam - Black Betty
Ratt - Lay It Down
Ratt - Round and Round
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Give It Away
Rod Stewart - Hot legs
Rod Stewart - Stay with me
Sex Pistols - Pretty vacant
Sigue Sigue Sputnik - Love missile f1-11
Siouxie - Hong Kong Garden
Sisters of Mercy - This Corrosion
Skid Row - 18 and Life
Skid Row-Youth Gone Wild
Skunk Anansie - Weak
Smashed Gladys - Legs Up
Soundgarden - Black Hole Sun
The Black Crowes - Hard to Handle
The Cult - Lil' Devil
The Cult - Love Removal Machine
The Cult - She Sells Sanctuary
The Dogs D'Amour - Debauchery
The Dogs D'Amour - How Come It Never Rains
The Dogs D'Amour - I Don't I Want You To Go
The Levellers - One Way
The Quireboys - Hey You
The Wildhearts - I Wanna Go Where The People Go
The Wildhearts - Just In Lust
The Wildhearts - Red Light - Green Light
Thunder - Dirty Love
Tigertailz - Love Bomb Baby
Transvision Vamp - Baby I Don't Care
Transvision Vamp - I want your love
Twisted Sister - I Am (I'm Me)
Twisted Sister - We're Not Gonna Take It
Tyketto - Forever Young
Ugly Kid Joe - I Hate Everything About You
Van Halen - Panama
Van Halen - Why can't this be love
Van Helen - Jump
Warrant - Cherry Pie
Whitesnake - Here I go again
Whitesnake - Still of the night
Winger - Can't Get Enuff
Y&T - Rescue Me
Zodiac Mindwarp - Prime Mover


One or two of these in retrospect may be post-Rebels, but hey....what you gonna do?
(TC, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 10:38, 23 replies)

I turned 21 on wednesday
Given my age, I am probably one of the last generation that grew up thinking you had to pay for music. As you can Imagine being a slightly, well OK very brassic teenager at the turn of the millennium the excitement of being able to make your own CD's.

The few of us that had working computers, copied CD's in return for copies of their own albums. I estimate that just six CD's were brought in a year by my entire class at school, yet everyone had a copy.

With iPods just a internet rumor at this point, the idea of a mix of music was a waste of impossibly expensive CD-R's.

That didn't stop my brother, being a few years younger from creating the 'greatest mix album ever': Nursery crimes, corrupter's of young minds* . A Whole weekend spent with his mates spent creating a CD that was half sum41 and half limp bizkit, (TAKE THAT SOCIETY! YEAH!). Hours were spent burning this on a 4x speed drive.

Getting his new pride and joy he now proceeded to decorate the CD. The only problem was that felt tips wouldn't write on a CD, solution?

Carve the title on the face of the cd with a gell pen.

It didn't play, but he showed me the lyric notes he printed off and assured me that I would of liked it if i could hear it.

*yes that was the title he gave it.
( willenium Fist bump for verification, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 10:38, Reply)

the vision that was planted in my brains.......
I surprised a collegue of mine with a copy of 'Sound of Silence' by Simon and Garfunkel.

It was actually an empty cd I grabbed from the storage room.

She still has it on her desk.
(rcn, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 10:24, Reply)

The question is...
In a few years time, will people be making 5.1 DTS DVD mixes for their loved ones? All mixed on their pocket sized 500GHz Mac phone-puters.
If I'd lived in 1896, would I have been making mix-piano rolls?
(joepublic 's opinion does not represent that of the public, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 10:09, 1 reply)

Earlier this year
A friend of mine who's involved in various branches of primate research went a teeny bit loco.

She let loads of the animals out of their habitats, bunged them all together and started playing a compilation of classic love songs. Barry White featured heavily.

One thing followed another and all the animals ended up in a massive free-for-all interspecies fuckfest.

Amazingly a single viable offspring actually resulted from this mass union, with genetic features from several species present in one individual.

that's how my friend made a mixed ape...


sorry
( Mockingbird Practitioner of SCIENCE, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 10:03, Reply)

whole lotta Love
I once made a mixtape for my father which consisted mostly of ambient, but started of with 'Teenage Whore' by Hole.

For those of you who don't know the song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=kncHvs-MvX8

Despite complaints of his collegues, he never fast forwarded that song.
(rcn, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 10:01, Reply)

Mixed tapes
I somehow aquired some Taenia solium, Taenia saginata, Hymenolepis nana and Diphyllobothrium4 latum. I then proceeded to chop them in to little bits and randomly (yet very carefully) stitch all the little pieces back together.

Edit: For those who can't be arsed looking at what this means , they be mixed tape(worm)s :)
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 10:00, 7 replies)

my bloody valentine
When I was a frustrated 17-year old virgin, I made a valentine tape for a guy who i didn't really know and who certainly didn't know me.

It had nice songs with really creepy lyrics like 'you can't keep me from you baby', and stuff like that. The usual psycho-shit.

I came to my senses in time and did not send it. My brother stubled upon in a couple of years later... he gave me a really funny look after he listened to it.
(rcn, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 9:37, 1 reply)

I was 10 at the time, the nondescript summer of 1995,
and I was going on a family holiday to Cyprus. I'd got a (very trendy) Sony Walkman the Christmas just gone, and it was suggested by my parents that I should make a mix tape (like my sister had) to accompany me on those long journeys that parents love oh so very much.

Anyway, aged 10 I didn't exactly have much in the way of broad exposure to music. Most of it was via my parents or my sister, and so the few gems I had found myself went onto this mix tape. This composed of a massive 3 songs:

Bart Simpson - Do The Bartman
Outhere Brothers - Boom Boom Boom
Right Said Fred - Deeply Dippy

Outstanding musical taste indeed. The worst part was not the fact that I literally filled the tape by repeating those 3 songs over and over and over and over, but more the fact that I took this tape (and no others) on a week-long holiday and never got bored of it, not once. You could put that down to an elaborate form of autism or just the fact that I am incredibly simple.
(The Oscillating Gibbon is eating curried squid, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 9:37, 3 replies)

Just for the joy of loooooOOOOOooovin' you...!
My mum and dad divorced when i was about 9-ish. Messy divorce and they forced me to choose between who i'd like to live with. My dad in my hometown, or my mum with her new love interest all the way in scotland. I chose to live with my dad, in my hometown, with my friends (Delete as applicable).
I missed my mother, but didn't know how to express my mother-missing-ness.

Yes. i made my mum a mix tape.

Being the early/mid ninties. The charts were filled with greasy boy bands and soppy love tunes about laying a girl gently by the fire while her lips whisper 'no' but her eyes scream 'YES!'. That's right. i sent, in my child-like purity and ignorance, A mix tape featuring the best in ninties crooners about 'making love' (in my mind it was all hugs and sunshine) with my mother...

Length? My mum says it's massive.
( Willwillwritehiswill An arse like a slapped face., Fri 8 Feb 2008, 9:29, Reply)

I was once
At a party. Unfortunately there wasn't a lot of food around, only flour, salt, eggs, and some butter, there was a bit of fruit and some sugar too. When they brought the food out we ate them all and had a jolly good time.

That was the story of Mixed Crepes.




What?
(adamjc is awesome, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 9:11, 3 replies)

Mix Tapes...
No, I've never made a mix tape.






I'm a love child of '86. It's all about CD's, baby!
(adamjc is awesome, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 9:06, Reply)

Panasonic
or TDK?
I need to know.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Fri 8 Feb 2008, 9:02, 8 replies)

ZZZZZZZ
scotch
duct
paper
(nee22 NL ExPat, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 8:54, 2 replies)

I had a stereo and my dad's record collection at my disposal from birth and began making mixtapes at the age of 8 or so,
since then I've made many, many hundreds, sent the tapes and mixdiscs to many different people for various reasons. These days I make podcasts using adobe audition.
Unfortunately after 20 years of hardcore mixtape experience I can't think of a single even slightly interesting anecdote.
I don't think this bodes at all well for this QOTW.
( Zuowan, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 8:44, 1 reply)

my friends made a CD
with the same song repeated over and over.

But that's not the strange part. The strange part is how everyone wanted a copy.

Although when I say 'my friends', I mean 'blink 182'.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 8:34, 5 replies)

A soppy one
Probably the best ever mix cd ever was made for me by Mr VP.

Travel back through the mists of time with me to 2001. Myself and Mr VP are in the fledgling days of our relationship. I'm living and working for a certain breakfast tv company down in London, while he's up in Warwick. I spend most weekends coming up to visit him, arriving on the train in a knackered state on a Friday evening after having started work at 4am.

After we've been together a few months, he picks me up from the station as per usual and we head back to his house. He stays downstairs on his computer while I head up to his room to get vrid of my bag. I go in to his room.....and it's very, very tidy. And what's this? There's something sitting on the clean and freshly-made bed. It's a CD case! So I pick it up and have a looky. It's entitled "10 reasons why you rock" and the cover has been lovingly crafted from a series of geeky pictures. There's 10 songs on the CD, and on the back of the case instead of the track names is a reason why that song makes him think of me. But it doesn't stop there. The booklet inside the CD is also filled with 2 pages of reasons why I rock. Awwwwwww.

Not very amusing I'm afraid, but to this day it's still the best present I've ever had. He's a lovely bloke :o)
(VestanPance, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 8:28, 2 replies)

i made mix tapes as a kid
to pretend to be a DJ.. who would have thought i would DJ later on in life.
(shamen Geekius Maximus, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 6:58, Reply)

bored
sello
gaffa
masking

mix tapes

bwwww wwwrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrppp
(magic the cat will someone please think of the kittens, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 4:37, 1 reply)

I was arrested for drink-driving a couple of years ago
We'd been out all day, bank holiday jobby with lots of live bands we liked. I think I had 8 or 9 pints of hairy-arsed real ale on an empty stomach (see the *cleverness* - colour it in with a crayon of your choice). I'm in the 5' gang, and slightly built.

I'm a twat for being late (ask Davros' Granddad or Legless) so, not wanting to miss the 2pm band (at 2:35pm) I said to Davs, "look love, I've bollocksed up AGAIN - I'll drive to the pub, we'll walk home and pick the wheels up tomorrow".

Four bands and plural beers later, I realised I was feckin HANK (Marvin, not Williams). Hail the burger van, conveniently situated outside; capriciously flirting with my senses; adroitly thrusting the tempting scent of caramelised (that's posh for "burnt") onions up my nose....

We purchased the establishment's finest half pound cheeseburgers with bacon, then having spent so long in the queue for said sustenance, realised we were a tad on the chilly side. "D'OH! We have nice warm jackets in the car - let's skip over and don them for the homeward toddle."

Then I made the most monuMENTALly fuckwitted descision. Having unlocked said vehicle, and clutching the keys in my sticky little hand, I had also donned a metaphorical Jackie Stewart tartan hatband...
"It's only a 3 minute drive home (10-15 minute walk too, I hasten to add) I'm fine to get behind the wheel. The beer in there's watered down anyway, so it's no sweat to drive."
I was utterly cunt-lashed, spackaad, trousered etc. So was Davros' Granddad, so his normally good judgement had gone out of the window with Hitler's cadetteship.
Luckily I only drove 50 yards around the corner before spotting blue lights in the mirror.
My innards turned to Happy Shopper cottage cheese. I pulls over.

"We have apprehended your vehicle madam, as we observed you did not appear to be wearing your safety belt."
(Being vertically challenged, I have to tuck the seatbelt under my arm, otherwise it sits across my sweary neck.)

"Also, you failed to stop at a red signal." (Fuck-splash! Hadn't noticed traffic lights, was too busy looking at pretty flashy lights in mirror.)
Then the nice policeman smelled all that beer on my breath.

"Have you been drinking madam?"

(Bless him for calling me that - I felt more like a receiver of *care in the community* by that time.)

"How much have you had to drink madam?"

"Too much", I sobbed.

So, I spent a night at The Grey Bar Hotel, courtesy of Her Majesty. I could reem out several more chapters about the experience, but that would be REALLY digressing.

On my release the following day, I phone DG to please come and pick me up from HM Hotel.
DG is kind, supportive, warm, fab, the best egg ever. I love him more than chips AND gravy, put together. He had made a *MIX TAPE* to play in the car for our homeward journey to the cold, flacid, homogeonised 'fast' food we didn't get to consume on the night of my crime. (Burgers were on the back seat & therefore confiscated with the car.)

First song on the tape was...





"Fun Lovin' Criminal"
by The Fun Loving Criminals



N.B. This sorry tale in no way glamorises or condones driving with excess alcohol. The truth is, I will be eternally gratefull to the two PC's who stopped me that night. I was 3.5 times over the limit. I could have killed somebody. I could have crashed and killed myself, leaving my son an orphan. The very thought makes my blood run cold. It's all too easy to have an extra one, go on then, another half won't do any harm etc.

I wonder what Jeremy Kyle would throw at me for this behaviour?

Bring it on Jez! I deserve it!
( Tourette's ( . )( . ) has a monkey hair in her fried egg, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 3:34, 13 replies)

Okay
This is kinda off-topic, but really it's the only way to save the QOTW. After some thought, I've decided I prefer to see it as a more 'music in general' question.

Now, working in a place 20 minutes away from the house, I tend to save myself a train fare by walking to work. I'm normally a lazy bastard and despise exercise in general and long walks in particular (that would make a great opening line for a dating ad). I tend to alleviate the boredom by sticking the Beatles or Led Zeppelin on the iPod and retreating into my own little world.

Recently, my earphones packed in, and I decided to splash out. I got a new pair of Phillips noise-cancelling in-ear headphones - let me tell you, these things are fucking amazing. They bury right inside your ears and when you've got the volume turned up, you can't even hear yourself cough. Seriously, it's fucking spooky. I walked past a building site and saw a guy operating a pneumatic drill, and all I could hear was 'Penny Lane' being blasted right into my eardrums.

The roads are normally quiet in the mornings, so I'd gotten into the habit of walking across without checking left or right - with my old headphones, I'd still hear the noise of an approaching car. Not so with these babies. I stepped out onto the road as normal, strolling along and humming 'Stairway to Heaven,' when, all of a sudden, a movement in the corner of my eye catches my attention. I turn my head, and watch as a car screeches to a halt barely inches from where I'm standing. Being not yet awake, I simply stand and stare in slack-jawed wonder as a heavy-set man leans out the window and begins screaming at me. At least, I assume he's screaming. All I can hear is the guitar solo beginning to pick up speed. His mouth moves in time with the music, and, just for a moment, I imagine that the sweet sounds of Page's guitar are eminating from the hole in his face, bursting forth from this man-mountain like spring water from a Roman fountain. Then I shake myself, shrug, and walk on.

It seems somehow poetic - almost being killed while the strains of 'Stairway to Heaven' are echoing in my ears.

Maybe I should go back to my old headphones...
(Pavlov's Frog figures no-one really reads sigs anyway, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 3:07, 2 replies)

heh, I suppose not technially a mix "tape"
however it was a CD
I felt horrible about this one after I made it
tracks from various stuff, nothing all that interesting.
but its the context of it that was great
there was this girl that I met during this summer trip thing to Massachusetts, a few years back, she was from Pakistan and had an IQ over 80, so immediately was better than most of the other girls there. However she did have one minor thing, all she ever talked about was her life back in Pakistan...regular beatings, rapes, that sort of lovely thing, I tried to talk to her as much as possible through it all, but quickly turned the situation from "ooh isn't she nice" to "please god don't let her kill herself."
Anyway, there was one particularly horrible story she told me where her older brother was playing baseball with her, and when she failed to hit the ball, being about 10, he, obviously in an effort to make her feel better, broke both of her legs with the bat, calmly walked away, and never got in any sort of trouble.
anyway mix-CDs, right, nothing really, I just made some for a few of my friends I had made, she was one of them.
how can I put this discretely...
last song on the CD
"Beat on the brat
Beat on the Brat
Beat on the Bat with a Baseball bat!"
I didn't even notice it untuil we were listening to it together...she'd never heard it...needless to say she loved it....the cover was nice and sharp for throwing.
can't say I didn't deserve it, although it was a complete accident.
we still talk online a lot, shes no longer in Pakistan, and no longer in contact with her family, and is one of the most intelligent people I know. despite my influence.

Length...shut your mouth bitch! /takes out slugger/
...
/hull/
( Arsonade is saving up for a new box of hummus, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 3:04, Reply)

Fucking hell
I thought one of the golden rules, indeed, the whole raison d'etre, of the QOTW was to be "interesting to read, i.e. we won't get bored of reading the answers after about 10 of them" (quoting from the QOTW suggestion page).

I got bored reading the fucking question.

Typical - I've missed the last couple of questions because of a shitty internet connection, and when I can finally post I get 'Mix Tapes.' It's like finally being cured of erectile disfunction, and then being told you can only have bum-sex with Stephen Hawking. Although, it would be worth it just to get a shot of his chair afterwards...
(Pavlov's Frog figures no-one really reads sigs anyway, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 2:36, 5 replies)

For a friend's birthday
Pass the parcel cd - He's 23

1) Down with the Sickness - Richard Cheese
2) Nitro - Dick Dale
3) Bohemian Rhapsody - Bad News
4) Benny and the Jets- Beastie Boys
5) Eaten - Bloodbath
6) Flintshire Motors - The Deals are Unreal
7) Japan in a Dishpan - Captain Beefheart
8) Hungry Hungry Hippos - Anal Cunt
9) BBC Ski Sunday Theme
10) Jingle Bells - Korn
11) On Owdham Edge, the Grass is Green - The Oldham Tinkers
12) My Favourite Buildings - Robin Hitchcock
13) 99% of Gargoyles look like Bob Todd - Half man half biscuit
14) Gold - Ten Masked Men
15) I love Horses
16) Pot head pixies - Gong
17) Tracktorsko Solo, Bam! 3 Mustaphas 3 play Big Stereolocalmusik - 3 Mustaphas 3
18) Can't touch this - MC Hammer
19) C is for Cookie - The cookie Monster
20) The Chump Manbear song - B3ta's very own Doghorse

I'm sure some of this will mean something to someone...
( Milkman Dan, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 1:57, 4 replies)

I made this for you...
um, yeah...there's some things that I want to say, but...um, I mean, so, just listen to the lyrics OK?


When the sun doesn't shine
And it's cloudy and grey
And it's only the beginning
Or the wombling day.
And you've got to do the washing

For Madame Colet.
Remember
remember
remember
remember
Remember
remember
remember:

Remember you're a womble

Remember you're a womble

Remember you're a womble

Remember you're a womble.
Remember
'member
'member

What a womble
womble
womble you are.

When it's foggy on the common
And you just can't see
And I womble into you
And you womble into me.
Just remember
we're so lucky
To be womblin' free.
Remember
remember
remember
remember

Remember you're a womble

Remember you're a womble
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 1:47, 1 reply)

MIXtape
there seem to be a lot of stories of 'my brother/sister/friend... repeated one song on the entire tape'

that would be pretty much the opposite of a MIX tape then, no?
(kris kringle I only posted this message to find out the date on, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 1:42, 1 reply)