If I could travel back to 1993, I would make myself a mixed tape. A gift to 25 y/o me. On it, written in fine-point sharpie over white spike tape, it would read “for your anxiety. Slay Your Dragons.” with a heart.
Mixed Tape: This is my jam 2014
“Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons
“Sail” by AWOLNATION
“Tainted Love” by Marilyn Manson
“So What” by P!nk
“Gangham Style” by Psy
“#Selfie” by The Chainsmokers
“I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” by The Proclaimers
“Clint Eastwood” by The Gorillaz
“We are Young” by Fun.
“Wild Cats of Kilkenny” by The Pogues
“Ricky Ricardo” by KAPTN
“Wake Me Up” by Avicii
“Clavicle” by Alkaline Trio
“Shoulder to the Wheel” by Saves the Day
“Again I go Unnoticed” by Dashboard Confessional
“Hands Down” by Dashboard Confessional
“This Bitter Pill” by Dashboard Confessional
“Drags and Squares” by Sloppy Meateaters
“Send Me (On My Way)” by Rusted Root
“You Oughta Know” by Alanis Morisette
“Because You Loved Me” by Celine Dion
“The Wind Beneath Your Wings” by Bette Midler
“I believe / You’ll Never Walk Alone” by Barbra Streisand
Plugging my ears with earbuds after sliding my shades over my nose bridge is a transformative moment for me. Every. Single. Time. New York morphs into a much more manageable city, catering to my whim, as the people blend into the environment, becoming nothing more than a cooperative piece in that which is the soundtrack of my life.
We all have our devices for how we cope with the world. We create our own realities, form it around our own neuroses, and weave it so thoroughly that some of us don’t even recognize the difference anymore.
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