ENTROPY magazine published my flash essay, “There is no main mixtape,” today.
In those days, the apartment building was a railroad, a locomotive, three stories on an echo-chamber alley, the echo my new adulthood, adolescence a pocket door sliding into the wall. I was an indoor cat and he was an outdoor cat and the desert devoured us both. My friends had a main mixtape. One side…
I so loved writing this meditation on the mixtapes of yesteryear, the days when friendship and love morphed into one another, and a glimpse of how love still holds the same meaning for me now.
Not to mention how much fun it was to dig out the original mixtape and photograph it for the website page.
The title of the piece comes from a talk that the writers Ben Marcus and Heidi Julavits gave at Lighthouse in Denver (well, technically AT the Denver Art Museum) last fall. Someone asked Marcus about an anthology he’d created, and he said something like, “Everyone should make their own anthology. Saying there’s a ‘main anthology’ is like saying there’s a main mixtape. There is no main mixtape!” And so I started thinking about how my group of friends kind of did have a main mixtape, and some other pieces mixed in.
I put the playlist on Spotify — it includes everything except a song called “Breathing” that my friend Jeremiah created back in those days before we’d even hit age 20, which isn’t available on Spotify. (That song goes before “Her Majesty.”) And of course, huge credit goes to my friend Josh who put these songs together for us all to enjoy for ages to come.