At the end of the school year, just like any moving day in a dense residential area, there are a lot of things left behind. Objects of our life that give memories physical proof sift out as we move along. Sometimes others catch it before it is gone forever. Ever get in a bidding war on Ebay for a bundle of Kodachrome slides of some family from what might be 1963? Obtaining this mix tape was much easier.
Our dorms at St. Johns in New Mexico had recycling bins and, at the end of the school year there was a box of tapes next to them. Included was this gem. I think I have it still, somewhere. A well made mix tape, and written on it the title:
All The Comforts Of Heather
Harry Connick Junior and Dead Poets Society samples! Enjoy, or beware, however your tastes lean. I do realize that in this Facebook age I may currently be Friendfaced with the creator and or recipient directly or by a couple of degrees. I hope this does not embarrass or offend you by my posting this. I do think in all seriousness that this is an excellent mixtape. I made mixtapes. I know now we can just download all these samples or movies and put this together with one hand (the other one being covered in Cheeto cheez flavor crystals). Then, you had to hit record and stop at the pristine, correct moments. Hell, the samples had to be done with a microphone to speaker connection with AIR as the transfer medium. No ctrl-c then ctrl-v. It meant something so much more to make a mix for someone, especially one that I am sure whose setlist of music and movie samples was well planned in a non-college rule notebook, with blue erasable ink.
And then sifted out of someone’s life in a cardboard box as they left that desert campus at the foot of Montesol. I am happy to let your work live on this place we call, intertubenettron.
Alberto Ruiz
Brad Chmielewski
Kongregate