“For many of us who grew up in the 1980s and ‘90s, the mixtape was the ultimate gift of self-expression to a loved one. It took thought, time and an intimate knowledge of the recipient. Within the confines of two short sides of a cassette, and from our own assemblage of albums and the frequencies on our FM dial, we distilled a one-of-a-kind soundtrack. It was both an art form and a means of communication, a bespoke object and a musical zine made just for one.”
“Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it.
But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.”