If Only We Still Used Tapes - A Mix for Nate

So, I started out as usual. With a big mess. I have an entire set of drawers packed to the gills with... well, crap. Paper ephemera, odds and ends of things I've found on the ground, in garbages, things that have been given to me...

My process is usually something like this:

1. Rummage
2. Dump items selected from rummage on floor
3. Repeat steps 1 and 2 until satisfied
4. Start gluing stuff together
5. Formulate thoughts about how project should go together
6. Curse process
7. Finish project
8. Wash glue out of hair (Oh, my love/hate relationship with Mod Podge)

So for this packaging, I used a digipack from a Steve Burns (Remember Blue's Clues?) album which I painted white and then covered with sheets from a hymnal. I stabbed a hole in the center and attached the brad through the tag thingy. That's a vintage carnival ticket on the front.

I hand drew the little tape picture and affixed it under the tag so you could swing the tag up and get the rest of the title.

I tried to keep with the same theme for the back. Vintage carnival tickets, swinging tag, etc. Those are Joe Pug lyrics there. If you haven't heard his song Hymn #101, I don't think you've lived.

Inside was covered with more hymnal paper and a bit from Where the Wild Things Are. The tracklist was typed on a card and tucked inside the envelope.

Nate is directly responsible for rescuing me from main stream music. He introduced me to hardcore, ska, post-hardcore and my beloved twothirtyeight. (He came back with that last band on a tape he got from Cornerstone one summer.) He took me to my first indie rock show, protected me from countless mosh pits and will go down in my personal history as one of the most influential people in my life, ever. I'm really lucky that 11 years later, we're still friends. And he still introduces me to new music.

Thanks, Nate.