No, it’s not because I’m old school (well…I am old, I’m in some kind of school setting for most of my waking hours either as a teacher or as a student, and I haven’t bought any new music in like ten years, so wait… maybe I am old school), but I’m in my mix tape mode tonight. It’s less dangerous than my hair cutting mode, which usually spans a few days with a snip here, another snip there, finding myself at 3 in the morning, naked in the bathroom standing in a pile of freshly cut hair. Ew.
But here I am making mix tapes because my trusty little Honda only has a cassette player and I’m tired of listening to the tapes I made in high school over and over again. Ride, remember them? And The Housemartins? Yeah, good stuff, but I need a new mix of old music to keep me sane as I fight traffic everyday.
But on this particular mix tape, side A is Brian’s creation and side B is mine. Ah…cute married life. I could drown in cheese a happy woman. Is this punk rock domesticity or what?
