The year is 1999 and Napster has just revolutionized the popular music scene. Songs are available for the first time individually and for free – well, not legally – but free, nonetheless. And mixtape compliers have never been so happy. I know, I was one of them.
Previously, you would have to purchase an entire album to get a particular song that you wanted, even if that meant shelling out 15 bucks for a “one hit wonder.” In fact, I still remember carefully scrutinizing the tracks of every album at the record store near my house – “this song is crap, this one is crap, this one is even worse, this one is crap, crap, crap, crap, oh but I love this song… fuck, I guess I’ll have to buy the whole thing.” Fifteen dollars later I found myself sorely regretting it. The mix didn’t even come out that great. Or another option for music lovers if you were really cheap, you’d do what I did and just wait dutifully by your radio with a cassette player attached so that you could record songs straight off the air. As painstakingly fun as that was, I can’t tell you how many times the DJ thought he had something uber important to say and would then talk over the intro of my favorite song, my mix ruined. Something had to change because all of this time, effort, and money was making mixtapes very hard work. So when Napster arrived on the scene in the summer of 1999, I was as happy as every hormone driven teenager to browse through a virtually endless virtual library, clicking and downloading songs in a music-frenzy. My life seemed complete. Harmonious, even.
Now this was before iTunes when myriad music players roamed the internet, fighting for a spot among the world’s leading music software programs. None had truly emerged in the market as a dominant number one since organizing and compiling music was a relatively new development. In fact, Windows Media Player, the default music playing software on every Windows computer, was debatably the most popular, but only because it was the default program and came with your computer (not due to functionality) – Microsoft’s last victory over Apple, at least for a while. But like any true music lover, I had to be different. Therefore, using Windows Media Player was absolutely, positively beneath me; that was something old people used. So to appropriately distinguish myself from my contemporaries and the elderly alike, my music player of choice was Musicmatch Jukebox. It had everything: customizable skins, a neat, hypnotic visualizer, and, of course, the ability to create and burn playlists.
I would spend countless hours fixated on finding the perfect order for my mixtapes, slaving over my mouse and keyboard as I listened to the same 12 songs in different variations. While this process made creating mix CDs unnecessarily laborious, it also preserved with it the blood, sweat, and tears from the ancient art of making mixtapes on cassette. I personally enjoyed the hell out of that. A large portion of the beauty and perfection stemmed from that labor. However, there were definitely different music aficionados who subscribed to a different method altogether; they churned out mix CDs like mass produced art, naming them by number and counting them by how many could be produced per hour. A defamation in my regard, but art is subjective. And while you may think I am overdramatizing the role of mixtapes in our society, consider the words of New York Times contributor and cultural historian Geoffrey O’Brien, as he calls mixtapes “the most widely practiced American art form” to date (wikipedia). Agreed. Not only did mixtapes become an art form in and of themselves, strung together like hand-woven emotive collages, but they also became an easy, nearly effortless form of personal communication for an entire generation. Teens, tweens, and pre-teens alike could all compose a complex musical accompaniment to the self-imposed drama of their lives without even knowing how to read music. Consequently, mixtapes quickly became the most convenient form of self-expression nearly overnight. And like any art form, many regard it more as craft or talent than as mere compilation. Silly, I know, but true. Books, films, and lives were dedicated to it. Mine included. Author Nick Hornby’s High Fidelity, later adapted for film, serves as the practice’s most pervasive example of this shift toward a mixtape society. “There are a lot of rules,” explains the Hornby-inspired character played by John Cusack, in near-instructional soliloquies to the viewer. “The making of a great compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do. It takes ages longer than it might seem,” he continues. “You’ve got to kick it off with a killer to grab [their] attention, then you’ve got to take it up a notch but you don’t want to blow your wad, so you’ve got to cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules.”
So at the height of music piracy in the early 2000’s, amidst Napster’s far, now international reach, the ultimate product for every music lover was our beloved mixtape – a testament to its maker’s rich and varied music taste that we all wanted so desperately to show off to its recipient, usually a boyfriend, girlfriend, or significant other to-be. But why? Why did we choose this medium to inject all of our innermost feelings? What happened to hand-written letters and sonnets? When did mixtapes replace diaries, mothers, and psychologists? Obviously mixtapes and mix CDs existed before Napster and have now lingered around long afterward, but their boom in popularity took an unprecedented place in our generation’s emotional upbringing for nearly a decade, and now they’re starting to fade out completely. I mean, when was the last time you made a mixtape?
My Explanation:
In the same way that going to H&M to buy a knit sweater isn’t “cool,” neither is pressing the genius button on iTunes and letting it concoct a brilliantly poignant and moving musical symphony for you in seconds. That playlist, however well-constructed, fails to capture the true emotional beauty that good mixes are capable of because it fails to do any real research on its subject. Sure, it’s convenient, because you’ve plugged in your favorites into iTunes and have marked a sea of songs with four and five stars; however, it will never be able to fully replace the process of arduously hunting down the 12 songs that comprise the perfect mixtape.
You’re still not convinced.
“What’s wrong with using the genius button? And what’s wrong with H&M?” you might be wondering. Well, nothing really. I guess they’re both acceptable – uncool, certainly, but acceptable. I say “cool” in this rather odd, and bizarrely ironic sort of way, too, because what is often found to be cool in society is usually very uncool to those who truly understand the meaning of the word individuality. Therefore, if you love shopping at H&M and would prefer to have iTunes create playlists for you, please take no offense – but you are the opposite of cool despite how badly Apple and the mainstream media have convinced you that such activities are in fact “cool.” Sorry.
So to avoid this tragedy, where can one shop for knit sweaters and playlists anymore? Brooklyn? Secondhand stores and public markets? Garage sales? Hmm… let’s think.
Well, of course, the “coolest” thing to do would be traveling down to South America yourself on some spiritual journey after a hard breakup or some sort of religious conversion, then befriending all the natives and having the village’s oldest resident hand-make you a gorgeously “vintage” sweater before her unexpected death. Obviously the cooler option from making the trip to your neighborhood (or likely suburban) H&M. But you wouldn’t be able to brag about it too much to your friends. Because that would also be “uncool.” And, of course, not all of us have the time and money to fly down to South America every time we need a new sweater. So what are you supposed to do?
Compromise. Duh.
The process of creating a mixtape is just as important, if not more important, than the final product, for it is in this artistic endeavor you create an emotional relationship exclusive to that mix and its recipient (that’s what makes them so personal). Think about it. Even while you’re just browsing through your music library and skipping over songs you know you don’t want to include, doing so still espouses emotions and memories you thought you’d long forgotten – things that make you consider harshly which songs to add and which to leave out, that might even remind you why you’re making a mix CD in the first place. This whole process is precisely what defines the mix, filters it into something deeply personal, unexpected, and brilliant; it’s what makes it more unique than anything the genius button could ever dream up. And it’s what makes it feel like a mix CD from the last village in South America still using Windows Media Player.
Now I hope that some of this is sinking in and that you are once again realizing how meaningful hard work can be when put into frivolous activities such as making mixtapes. After all, it is you and you alone who are capable of making the mix CD cool again by reintroducing and preserving the human element. Not apple. And not the genius button. But this all begins to beg the question that if Apple is so cool (and we all know it is), then how could something like the genius button ever be considered uncool? Well, it’s too convenient. That’s why.
Convenience is nice, of course, but we have started to repackage our entire lives into seemingly personal experiences that we assume have some semblance of individuality left in them. The genius button is a perfect example of this. It operates out of your iTunes library, so already you have a façade of personalization. Now I know what you’re thinking, but no matter how large and how eclectic your music library might be, you are only capable of listening to so much music. In fact, the bigger your library is, the more songs you are likely to have never listened to before; therefore, the genius button is capable of shrinking your entire iTunes library into a surprisingly manageable and predictable modicum from which to draw from and then create a “genius” playlist. And since its selection has now diminished substantially, iTunes fails to capture that individuality that it promises, and you are left with nothing but the usual suspects. And this smarter-than-average computer program then formulates your mix into something unique from there. This process is exactly what led three of my friends in college to create nearly identical mixes. Very unique.
These critical elements of convenience (Napster, the genius button, etc…) were largely responsible for the commercial spread of mixtapes into mainstream society, making them wildly popular among many Americans. They became so common, in fact, that they started to replace how various groups communicated with one another – an innocent flirtation here, an act of seduction there, a pledge of devotion, an overdue apology, a ‘thank you,’ or the soundtrack to a good road trip – all traditional forms of self-expression were replaced almost entirely by a host of 70 minute compact discs. However, these same instruments that gave mixtapes life are also what led to their death less than a generation later.
Pre-mixtape era, when modes of self-expression seemed limitless, creativity thrived under the direction of various mediums; however, once Napster began to popularize their use, the mix CD became almost synonymous with teenage self-expression. Nothing else compared. Many might even look at the trends from the 1990’s and 2000’s and logically conclude that the reason mix CDs spread so much faster than mixtapes did in their era was largely due to their ability to connect personally and emotionally with their audience (like how ‘emo music’ blindly hypnotized a generation along with other heavily emotional music that erupted from a period of ‘raw’ and ‘radical’ artists). However, my assertion here is that this conclusion was made without considering the specifics of that transition, and that the arrival of certain ‘emo’ and pop sounds was more of a coincidence than anything else.
What is often overlooked in this transition is the lingering sentiment of personal connection that cassettes had with both the creator and the receiver of the mix. Many assume that since the practice of making a mix CD is generally the same as cassettes (compiling songs into a playlist), that the same level of personal connection is created between the parties involved. This assumption, however, would be wrong. Dead wrong. The easier technology made the process of creating mixtapes, the less personalized it became for precisely the same reason that your H&M sweater is nothing more than a price tag. If it were to be lost or stolen, you’d simply buy a new one because acquiring it was of no real hassle to you, and getting a new one isn’t very difficult – you simply go to the store and purchase it a second time; if you manage to get lost, I’m sure muscle memory will kick in and direct you. Therefore, the sweater’s true value rests near zero because it can be replaced without serious issue. The same could be said of mix CDs. But could you say the same thing about a mixtape?
So now that personal connection and emotional associations have been eliminated as reasons for the mix CDs’ popularity, what’s left? Convenience. Pure convenience.
It’s like Walmart’s rise to the top of the wholesale chain: people may be fully aware of the implications of shopping at and supporting the corporate behemoth, but it’s far too convenient not to do it. So you do. Similarly, in the earliest stages of the mix CD craze, youngsters all over the country found themselves drawn to this easy idea of transforming their every thought, their every emotion, into loud and expressive 70 minute mixes. That’s how they communicated. Because it was easier than forming their own words. Now there’s nothing wrong with trying to simplify the process of expressing oneself – it can be an extraordinarily complicated task, yes – however, it’s the way we’re doing it.
At its height in society, communication stood completely independent of technology. However, it now appears as though communication is more dependent on technology than ever before. And the consequences are dire. Personal communication has begun to deteriorate into debased, thoughtless compilation, rendering most unable to accurately express themselves because they have, for so long now, relied on technology (or others) to tell them how to feel. Consequently, we have produced an entire generation that suffers from some serious emotional stagnation, and is thus confined to speak only in the words provided to them by others.
Professor and linguist Naomi Baron shares her thoughts on this issue in her book, “Always On,” a study of technologies and how we have begun to communicate differently in the digital age. She, along with a large group of linguists across the world, argues that the recent amendments to language due to the overwhelming presence of technology have ultimately produced negative effects on our ability to communicate with one another. However, other linguists stress that these changes are necessary to amalgamate our language to the constant transformation of the modern world. Examples of such changes range from the truncation of the word “you” to a one-letter stand in (u), to the formation of verbs such as “facebook” and “google.” My personal favorite, however, is the word “meatspace.” Meatspace refers to the reality which we inhabit every day – the one where we live, breathe, and poop –the scary thing is that we had to create a new word that differentiates our world from “cyberspace,” because these two lives are now so closely integrated that a clear distinction had to be made.
While our ability to communicate with each other has evolved in the respect that we have added some new 250,000 words to the English language over the past decade, it has simultaneously regressed when you consider how we actually use those words, especially in regard to the fact that a majority of that vocabulary was created because new technological devices required names, terms, and associated vernacular rather than a creative synthesis of thoughts or ideas. Consequently, the statistics that show an evolution of language are somewhat skewed; they reflect an advancement in our ability to label things, not in conceptualizing them, which brings me to my point. Just like we have used technology to transform the beautiful art of creating mixtapes into yet another faceless form of mass production, we have similarly done so with our emotions and how we communicate them with one another.
Therefore, for a sad generation of mixtape kids, self-expression is just as one-dimensional as the CDs they’re burned onto. And for those who haven’t grown out of the habit, portable hard drives with shit-tons of memory now exist so that you never have to stress over making a playlist again – you simply take your super cool and eclectic library with you everywhere. And if you think I’m some kind of music snob immune to the cultural practices I’ve mentioned, you’re wrong. I’m simply making an observation about how we’ve started to turn even our deepest and most intimate emotions into convenient, store-bought packages. And it affects all of us. I mean, I bought a bitchin’ sweater from H&M last week. Just $15.99. And I love it.


