looking through big hole of
a
small 45, i've lost track of how many times
i've spun records
at
punk rock flea market in seattle
but it's always fun. it's a rare privilege these
days to sit
still and just listen to a song with no
distraction other than trying to find a thread--a
beat, a
bassline, a lyric--that will link it to the next.
it's a form of musical meditation, like making
a mixtape on the fly, but with an audience that
provides instant feedback through how they
react, whether in the form of an unsolicited tip
or a subconscious head bob. speaking of
mixtapes, i recently finished one called
MMXIX
MIX. it has nothing to do with this
year other than i like how 2019 in roman numerals
relates to the word MIX. in fact,
all but one of these songs is from the last
century. identify it and i'll mail you a tape!