Every year since 2005, I’ve made my friend Kendall a mix tape.
I do not recall what prompted the tradition, other than we constantly shared Pure Volume and MySpace links with each other and making a tape felt like a decidedly “cool” endeavor to take on.
Brand New’s “Mix Tape” was probably another strong motivator.
Kendall, being the great friend that she is, has kept all of these tapes over the years. They have become a hub connecting the adolescent spokes of nocturnal suburban driving, discovering the intoxicating effects of music, and navigating the bends toward adulthood.
Or that’s what I tell myself. Let’s see what happens if I force myself to listen back to my first mix tape.