My recently departed friend loved music. Not in the way some people do, listening to pop radio and singing along in their cars. He was a musician and appreciated the craft of making music. This led him to appreciate some pretty interesting stuff. And, it led him to getting to know other musicians. And, he designed a good number of album covers and band t-shirts in his time.
When we were young, we communicated in the language of youth. Mix tapes. I admit, I cringe at the memory of the pop and folk fluff I put on the tapes I made. His stuff was always dangerous and fearless and most decidedly punk.
This week-end, I had a brilliant stroke and recalled in which closet I'd stashed my old cassette tapes. And, there they were . . . the mix tapes of my youth. And, they still play. And, the art work and doodles my friend included on the cases is now even more precious.