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The Eighth of Firsts – My First Cassette Tape

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For Christmas this year Santa gave me a record player. It’s something I had wanted for a long time, but always thought too frivolous to have, especially because I would then need to buy records. In case you didn’t know, a record collection ain’t cheap. Even so, the older I get, the less I worry about what’s frivolous, because it’s those frivolities that lessen the effects of my bigger worries.

Part of the fun of having a record player and not wanting to spend too much money is that I really have to think about music I love, artists and albums I love, and music that is timeless and great for many occasions. With the record player, Santa gave me two Christmas albums: A Charlie Brown Christmas by the Vince Guaraldi Trio and Have Yourself a Swingin’ Little Christmas by Various Jazz and R&B artists. The next album was easy to pick: The Beatles’ White Album. But then I got stuck. There is a LOT of music out there!

Then, this past weekend, I was watching Sunday Today with Willie Geist, and one segment was about how record collecting has spiked during the pandemic. What a cowinky-dink! Following that bit came a segment called “A Life Well Lived.” This week’s was about Lou Ottens, the inventor of the cassette tape. Watching these two stories helped me decide on my next disc of vinyl.

Cassettes actually hold a special place in my heart. My sister and I used to make so many mix tapes. We became masters of the art of perfectly timing when to push which buttons in order to get the song we wanted off the radio broadcast without getting the voice of the DJ. Then we got a dual cassette player, then a cd and cassette player. Those really changed the game!

But I can’t buy my old mix tapes on vinyl. So I thought about what cassette albums I used to own. My first, and one of my favorites, was an album by The Drifters. I would listen to that album over and over again, and sing all of the words by heart, which is funny to me because I was a child of the 80s, but I preferred the music of the 50s, 60s, and 70s. So, I just added The Drifters’ Greatest Hits to my budding collection.

I’m sure everyone has their own reason for starting a record collection, but I think the renewed popularity this past year, during a pandemic, has something to do with people trying to think of better times, and the magic of music can transport us to those places with just a measure of notes. Thinking back to my childhood, to the special times in my life, will spark my memory of what was playing in the background. And so it’s not just a record collection, but a collective record of my life’s happy moments.

What album would you buy first?

Life’s Playlist

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This past Mother’s Day, my daughter and I took a road trip to the beach. Every road trip needs music. My car, however, needs help in that department. The CD player is broken, and I don’t have the fancy Bluetooth business, the auxiliary port is finicky, and playing music through my phone speaker just isn’t loud enough. So, we listen to the radio. Not iHeart Radio or Sirius, just plain old local FM radio. To my delight, one such station replays Casey Kasem’s Top 40 shows on Sunday mornings! The sound of his voice turned my car into a time machine. So of course I then had to explain to my daughter who he was and what we were listening to, and how I would tune into his show every week so that I would be ‘in the know’ at school on Monday. It’s amazing to think of how many lyrics I had memorized by such a young age. Music is reminiscent.

I’ve always had a fairly eclectic taste in music, but there are definitely genres of music that I could label periods of my life with. Elementary was Top 40, middle and high school was hip hop and alt-rock, college was jam band, mid-20s went back to hip hop, and my 30s became Kidz Bop, Fresh Beat Band, and Disney. *Sigh* We’re moving past that phase and my daughter is discovering other tastes in music. Some I like, some not so much, but I’m still curious to hear her life’s playlist. Tik Tok, YouTube, and friends are among her sources of discovery, while I try desperately to influence her musical choices every chance I get. (“Repeat after me: John, Paul, George, and Ringo.”) It’s in those attempts that I have been rediscovering my love of music. Music is revealing.

I’m getting back into the hobby of making playlists. I was a mix tape maker. First there was the art of pressing record at just the right moment to capture a song off the radio. With the double cassette player came compilations from all of the tapes I could get my hands on. Then came mix CDs, which still line the door of my car because I keep hoping my CD player will magically start working again. And now I use iTunes and Spotify to get back into the groove of playlist making. I’ve got playlists for different moods and seasons, events and people, as well as different activities like working out, cleaning the house, and focusing on my job. Music inspires and music motivates.

To say my sister was a DJ for a period of time would be an understatement. She may have gotten paid to do it for a couple of years, but she’s been my DJ for life. Music influences.

Working and schooling at home during the pandemic required several graces, and music was a big one. So I committed an act of self-preservation by making a playlist of music from my middle and high school years. I started with my personal favorites, and then decided to reach out to my friends. I asked them to name their top 3 artists or songs from that period. Not only did that spur even more memories, but it was a fun way to connect, spread joy, and offer respite to my loved ones. Music unites and music heals.

As my enjoyment of popular music ebbs and flows with the times, my love of jazz remains constant. Improvisation provides a breath of fresh air, and I find hope in the blending of multiple rhythms and melodies. It evokes calmness despite the fickle world we live in. Music soothes.

There’s a song for everything. I get tired of telling my daughter to clean up or get ready or whatever, so now I sing directions to her. She rolls her eyes, but I know she likes it better than me yelling. And now she sings to me as a way to get me to pay attention. Music communicates.

Music is all around me and within me. It helps me tune into life, and allows me to escape. It accompanies the good and the sad, the major and the minor. Life is an ever-changing playlist of songs, but the music is a constant friend.

What makes your life’s playlist? What does music do for you?