When I was 16
I used to make mixed tapes all the time, mostly for myself. You know, tapes of what I considered to be a specific artists best songs, songs by artists from the same country, driving music, or more accurately, music to be driven to, etc. Then one day I had the great idea of compiling some mood tapes. There were to be two, one called 'Up' which was meant to be all the 'happiest' tracks I had and another called 'Down' which was to be all the most depressing. I started with 'Down'. This was a mistake as I literally compiled the most evil tape ever created. I remember listening to it once and spending the next week in a nihilistic and disillusioned state before taking a hammer to the offending cassette. I wish I could remember what was on it just so that I could make it again and bury it somewhere so it could await the apocalypse as I'm sure was its purpose. 'Up' was never even started.

What was I thinking.
( Raindance Work is inversely proportional to post-count, Fri 8 Feb 2008, 14:08, Reply)