The Art of Noise

The wonders of a mixed cd. Heavens-to-Betsy, I do believe a personalize disc is equivalent to a piece of your soul. Seriously. No kidding. Some of you may actually have a bit of my music in your collection. Some of you might even have an old tape of mine as far back as the early 90's (you know who you are). Why even talk about it you say? Passion, Baby, Passion. There is something cathartic about sitting in front of my collection, dusting off a few deep cuts and slapping 'em on a new cd for a friend, relative or even me. We all have made a few in our pasts. Maybe for a significant other with stellar songs from Weezer and The Pogues or that ultimate "breakup" disc slathered with Nine Inch Nails and Tom Waits. This week, two people made me discs. That's pretty remarkable because I can't even remember the last time I got one. Each disc was the complete opposite of each other. One had a smattering of songs from Detroit punksters like The Gories and the Von Bondies (no, I've never heard of 'em either), while the other had stuff from Graham Parker and The Jayhawks. Each disc even came with the titles and artists of the songs in the case, one hand written while the other was printed out in a lovely font. Both discs were oozing with nostalgia. Both discs had songs or bands that I've never heard of. Both discs have already been loaded into my ITunes. Both discs unveil a little bit more about those people. Both discs mean so much to me.