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05.17.05 (9:42 pm)   [edit]
Image hosted by Photobucket.comYears ago, when I picked up my little life, packed it into a few suitcases and headed for parts unknown ~3,000 miles away from the place where I grew up and had become who I was~ I made everyone close to me a tape of songs that, to me, symbolized all that they meant to me and all that I hoped I meant to them. This was long before the days of CD burners and MP3s ~ for those of you who are, as they say, [i]barely legal[/i], (and you know who you are.) The thing is, it's not that I was so ridiculously poor that I couldn't afford to give proper gifts (although I certainly was ridiculously poor), it's just that I truly could not think of anything else that I could give the people I loved that would mean quite as much or that would contain quite so much of me. When I look back on it now, I realize that as ready as I was to shed that skin and strike out on the next chapter of my journey, I also very much wanted to leave some bits of me behind, lest I be forgotten completely.

To this day, some of the people who received those tapes still mention them, and I know that at least one or two them are still lurking in some dusty shoebox on the top shelf of more than one pacific northwest closet.

Now... all these years later, when I find myself unusually eager to share a piece of myself with someone who has gained my trust and affection, music is still the thing I give. Much more than even a vishnu finger-puppet, (see below) a collection of the music I cherish most says more about me than just about anything else I can think of. From the insanely intricate process of choosing the tracks to the equally distressing manner in which I arrange and rearrange them, making copy after copy, until I get everything just right, I am keenly aware of just how much of me ends up melded into the tiny fingerprints that sometimes linger on the underside of the disk. It's a process I cherish, but that would mean nothing if not for the person listening on the other end.

~~~~~~~~

When sending a package overseas, the US Postal service requires the sender to list the items contained inside the box (or hopelessly blemished envelope). It's a requirement that can not only be quite embarrassing, depending on exactly what you're sending, (it's not always easy to explain to a postal service employee that people in the UK have never heard of a "pack of nabs"), but that is also a bit unnerving when said contents are meant to be a surprise. Next time, instead of itemizing my tiny list of trinkets and flotsam, I think I'll go for the more minimalist, and certainly more accurate, approach of simply writing "me."
 


posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 05.17.05 (7:49 pm)

Awwww. I am very familiar with the tell-all requirements of shipping to the UK. Bloody annoying, eh?

I have tons of cassette tapes filled with music from my youth. I listen to it in my car and remember the people I made them for, similar compilations I sent to others... it is amazing how it all sticks with you when music is involved. It is a lovely way to share yourself with someone. I know through your music, I have gotten to know you some and I am happy for the opportunity. Plus, you keep me 'in the know'... ;)



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 05.17.05 (7:56 pm)

Reply to: lindy

Yes... but you know me... a rebel without a clue, I'm always trying to subvert 'the man' and his rules, (man!)

I don't know how 'in the know' I am. I like to think of myself as on the fringe.... although some people might call that hanging on by a thread.

Oh well. You say tomato, I say tomato... la-di-da.

:)



posted by: BerlinBear (reply)
post date: 05.17.05 (11:08 pm)

Great post. As a youngster I spent plenty of time hunched over my stereo making tapes for people (generally girls I fancied), and for myself. I still have some, but they are gathering dust on top of the closet. Cassettes are just sooo last millennium. :-)

And I know what you mean about the customs form. That's the same wherever you are. The thing is, they don't actually really care what you write on there, so I tend to be very vague. If I'm sending chocolate, I write confectionery, if I'm sending a scarf, I write apparel, etc. It works a charm. (Harder with a CD of course).

And finally, what's a pack of nabs?



posted by: chicalookate (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (3:29 am)

I still have lists of songs I put on tapes for other people. I was getting some stuff ready for a yard sale and found some tapes a friend made for me about 12 years ago... took me back.

Welcome back. :D



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (4:19 am)

Reply to: BerlinBear

Oh yes. I've taken to writing things like "trinkets and flotsam" on the customs forms. It's so much more interesting than the real thing, don't you think?

Hmmm. A Pack of Nabs. I think you may have to ask TheJongleur what they are.

j



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (4:21 am)

Reply to: chicalookate

Ya. Tapes are good fun. I stumbled across some old ones the other day and all I could do is shake my head and think about how much *harder* it was to make tapes than CDs. Even now, I struggle to make everything perfect, but tapes... my lord, so much could go wrong! I became an expert at performing surgery on broken cassettes. I really should have gone to med-school. These hands are finely tuned instruments. :)

Thanks for the welcome and the comment, Kate! :)



posted by: BerlinBear (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (4:22 am)

Reply to: juniperflux
Surely they don't accept flotsam on a customs form?!? If they do, then they care even less than I thought.

No fair on the Nabs.



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (4:29 am)

Reply to: BerlinBear

Oh, but they do! And I'm convinced it's because they have no idea what flotsam means.

As for the nabs.... hmmmm. Well, they're kind of a foodstuff, except as far as we can discern, there's not actually anything edible in them.



posted by: BerlinBear (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (4:33 am)

Reply to: juniperflux

Evidently not. Especially since by the time you get things to the post office, they can by definition no longer be flotsam, innit!?



posted by: BerlinBear (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (4:34 am)

Reply to: juniperflux

Oh, and on the nabs:isn't that true of many of the so-called foodstuffs that America has given the world? Like Cheez-Wizz for instance?



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (4:39 am)

Reply to: BerlinBear

Truly. But, then again, I don't think they hire postal workers for their vocabularies. Clearly, it's all about their ability to pull off the uniform.



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (4:43 am)

Reply to: BerlinBear

Indeed. Personally, I make it my possible to avoid all American foodstuffs that contain the word "cheese" in the title. And if you happen to catch the phrase "made with REAL cheese... " watch out!

*shudders*



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (4:46 am)

Reply to: BerlinBear

My possible??

ACK!??

My policy! My policy! I say!

*sigh*

Go ahead. Destroy me.



posted by: BerlinBear (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (4:54 am)

Reply to: juniperflux

Saw it, but decided to let it slide. It was obvious what you meant. See, not so sadistic after all :-)



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (5:08 am)

Reply to: BerlinBear

Thanks. :) You're too kind.

j



posted by: SmilezAlwayz (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (8:14 am)

I do agree that making a mix tape/cd for someone is a really good gift. It takes our time and care to put together the perfect mix. Taking into consideration what the recieving person's music taste is (so they won't be repulsed by any of the songs, thus, not listening to the remaining songs), and still incorporating songs that conveys what you wanted to express in the first place. I think something like a mix tape/cd is really special. to give and to recieve. :)



posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (9:59 pm)

You guys are silly.



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (10:29 pm)

Reply to: SmilezAlwayz

I agree. They are lovely gifts to give and receive. I adore getting them... and I always convince myself that the giver put in just as much time as I would have.... even though I know I'm fairly insane when it comes to such things.

Thanks so much for the comment.




posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (10:30 pm)

Reply to: lindy

Hmmm. That's a bit of the pot calling the kettle a dork, isn't it?



posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (11:07 pm)

Reply to: juniperflux

Hahaha. Yes. That is why I am able to do it, and be right. ;)



posted by: SmilezAlwayz (reply)
post date: 05.19.05 (2:23 am)

Reply to: juniperflux
np
I just noticed the quote in your blog title, "Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent". I like it. And it's so true. Just out of curiousity, who said it? I can't see it because of the website thing.



posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 05.19.05 (2:49 am)

Reply to: SmilezAlwayz

Victor Hugo. :)

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