We will be expanding soon to create a project room for P'unk Ave (war room, for you violent types). The expansion space is in the row home next door to the studio (in fact, it was the original studio space of P'unk Avenue.)
In preparation, I have been going through some boxes that were stored there.
In one of the boxes, I found some mix tapes. Over the years, I have been paring them down. (Maybe 4 years ago, I put more than a hundred on the steps of the studio with a free sign and they disappeared within a couple of hours.) For some reason, I have had trouble deaccessioning the ones that were made for me or ones I made together with a good friend.
For instance, the one pictured above was made with my friend Steve. He brought over his records and CDs and together we made this mix. As many of you remember, mix tapes were made in real time so this process took a couple of hours, a few beers were consumed and many things were discussed. I don't recall what we talked about, but I have such a warm memory of that evening.
It has been hard to imagine parting with this tape, since one glance at it and I feel that all is right with the world for an instant. Taking this picture has been cathartic, though. This tape is in the box destined for Goodwill this week.