Tag: The Smiths
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So It Appears That I’m Living the Dream
Binghamton, 2006. I’m 23, living in a fire-trap basement apartment in the ghetto. I’m that kind of art-poverty broke where I live on black coffee and scrambled eggs and dinner is paid on for on a rotating basis between whichever one of us got paid that week. I’m not sure what I’m going to do…
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In Praise of Adult Contemporary Radio
I was not a cool kid. While my sisters and peers were in love with Devon Sawa and JTT, I was crushing on Matthew Modine in Cutthroat Island and Jeff Goldblum in Jurassic Park. While they were listening to Mariah Carey and Blink 182 on Fly 92, I was calling in to B 95.5, the adult contemporary station,…
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Mix Tape Monday: The (Unrequited) Crush Mix
Welcome Back to Mix Tape Monday, the blog series that celebrates the lost art of mix-tape making. Today is Part II of our “Crush Mix” series, the Unrequited Crush! Now, there are two types of Unrequited Crush Mix. The first is made up entirely of Smiths songs like “Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved…
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Mixtape Monday: The Crush Mix
Welcome back to Mix Tape Monday, the blog series that celebrates all things mix-related. Today we’re talking about the whole reason Mix Tapes were invented–The Crush Mix. You know the drill. You’re so head-over-heels in love with someone that every song you hear reminds you of them. You savor the music that played on the…
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Mix Tape Monday: The Apology Mix
There’s a lot more to making a mix than just throwing a bunch of songs onto a Spotify playlist or a CD. It’s about creating a mood or emphasizing an emotion, playing to a theme or singing what you can’t speak aloud. You don’t make someone a mix unless they’re really important. So I have a…
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Idiot Box: ‘Turning Japanese’
Turning Japanese I was a girl you splashed with water. He spoke only in signs and subtitles. We kissed on his bed under a blue and pink horizon of cigarette smoke. Outside his window there were fireflies. Inside his walls there were infomercials. I carried a sword too big for my fragile hands, he drifted…
Libby Cudmore 