All this talk of mixes has gotten me pumped about getting back into making a few more of my own, it would seem.
The other reason (as if I need one), besides creating another excuse to listen to this great music I love all over again, is that I would consider it an awful shame - a profligate waste perhaps - not to make mixes out of the albums I have so carefully curated over the years. I mean, if I'm actually able to produce full-resolution programs consisting of this type of material, then I would feel rather some sort of unbearable idiot if I didn't have a go at mixing occasionally -- possibly even including my own material. Maybe on a semi-regular basis...
Whoa, Dana. Gettin' a little ambitious in your "middle" middle age, eh? Is that a sign that your extended quasi-convalescence might be drawing to a close? Perhaps. Or does it mean, as I'm sure many family members and friends have long since concluded, that you've finally gone completely mental? Not at all. In many ways, nothing much has changed: I was the always the kid with the cassette recorder making stuff up in the corner while the rest of the world busied itself elsewhere. I think I like it that way, but of course the difference is that now there are so many more potential outlets for your particular brand of insanity. How to proceed in the fractured and lopsided media landscape we are now obliged to operate in? The answer can only be, "one mix at a time"!
See you in hyperspace...
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