{"id":2942,"date":"2014-10-15T11:55:44","date_gmt":"2014-10-15T15:55:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nowthissound.com\/ntsib\/?p=2942"},"modified":"2015-05-16T13:16:41","modified_gmt":"2015-05-16T17:16:41","slug":"mixtape-time-capsules-driving-mix-c-1992","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.nowthissound.com\/ntsib\/2014\/10\/15\/mixtape-time-capsules-driving-mix-c-1992\/","title":{"rendered":"Mixtape Time Capsules: Driving Mix, c. 1992"},"content":{"rendered":"

A mix-tape, whatever its intended purpose, is also always a time capsule. A record of a person, a place, a set of feelings, a time that felt like forever, and then wasn’t.<\/i><\/p>\n

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Last week I opened a box and a little piece of the ’90s fell out: the first driving mix-tape I ever made. There’s no date on it, but I’m pretty sure it’s from the spring of 1992, since that is approximately when I would have gotten my license. Fun trivia fact: I learned to drive on the Beltway. In a Chevette.<\/i><\/p>\n

Anyway it is a hilarious cultural trainwreck and I kind of love it, not least because a mix that starts with Dwight Yoakam, dips heavily into, among other things, Rocky Horror Picture Show<\/i>, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, and Elvis Costello in the middle, and ends with Ashokan Farewell<\/i> probably does still sum me up as a person reasonably well. <\/p>\n

Also, I have a terrible pop music problem and every time I listen to Five Seconds of Summer’s She Looks So Perfect<\/i> I start laughing when they get to I got a mix tape straight out of ’94<\/i> because, dudes, I was there, I remember, and most of that, so<\/i> not romantic.<\/p>\n

Warning: may cause cultural whiplash.<\/p>\n

Side I<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dwight Yoakam<\/a>, I Sang Dixie<\/i> – NICE OPENING SALVO, Seventeen. What, had you listened to Guitars, Cadillacs<\/i> and Turn It On, Turn It Up, Turn Me Loose<\/i> too many times?
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Dwight Yoakam - I Sang Dixie<\/div><\/div>
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