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Love is A Mix Tape

I just read a review for a book called 'Love is A Mix Tape' I may be showing my age here, but what a great title for book!  Ahh, the mix tape.  What do kids these days do to show their love for each other?? Do they make mix SD cards, memory sticks or playlists?  I wonder if CDs are a thing of the past when it comes to 'Mix Tapes'.  God, I feel old.
I wish that when I was young, I had the foresight to save my mix tapes that were given to me in my life time or better yet, saved a copy of the ones I made for others.  I wish I had a time capsule of music - A soundtrack of my life.  I'd love to see what songs would be featured.  To name a few, I know there would be songs by Billy Joel, Bruce Springsteen, REO Speedwagon, Richard Marx, Skid Row and Chicago.  Later volumes would include The Red Hot Chili Peppers, Led Zeppelin (the Thank You Song), Whitney Houston, Queen and Celine Dion (what an odd mix right?).  With the last 10 years featuring Cold Play, Snow Patrol, Kean and Adele (to name a few).  Now I definitely have shown my age!
One thing kids never realize is what an honor it is to be given a mix tape (CD or SD Card).  Someone took the time to pick a compilation of songs that told you just how they feel about you.  What a wonderful thoughtful thing to do.  As grown ups, we should still be making mix tapes to give to our significant others.  Just think of the reaction you'd get if you did!  My husband would laugh, but he'd like it.  For our anniversary not too long ago, I made him a CD of our greatest hits with a few added to let him know I still think of him when I hear love songs on the radio.
I think I'm going to find some time to make a list of songs that I would add to my time capsule or to the soundtrack of my life.  It would be a fun project that would probably bring back things I have long forgot about.  Music is on of these things that can send you back in time.  You could be driving down the road and a song comes on that you haven’t heard in years and you could be hurled back in time reliving some experience you didn’t think you could and without that song unexpectedly playing, you probably couldn’t.

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