I wish I lost ten pounds every time I got a haircut.
So over the past few days, I've had something like five hundred thousand "I've made a mixtape!" links roll through my RSS. In reaction, I have:
Muxtape (whose homepage looks a lot like that Meadowlands mall everyone's calling an eyesore, but who am I to judge) is a just-launched bare-bones streaming service. It's easy to understand and use, but feels too closed off.
Though links to random muxtapes pop up on the homepage, odds are the only way you're going to find mine is if I send you there, or if someone I've sent sends you there, or so on. A perhaps linking tapes together by artist or music type or allowing folks to +/- them would detract from the chumminess factor, would seem too aggressive. And I don't know about you but the phrase "community building" makes me feel snipertastic these days. Suck 2.0.
But if you do choose one of the random frontpage links, and enjoy what's there, there's nothing to tell you anything else about either the folks behind the music or the person behind the mix. Dead end. More customization elements are coming, so maybe homepage links and referrals and whatnot will come with that. Hopefully, also, links to artists' pages/buy links/etc. I know that even three-toed lemurs can Google up that info when they happen (as three-toed lemurs do) across something they like, but it's good to have a button or two to encourage them to do so. (Not to even broach the legalities because blahblahblah.)
Do I need to listen to 500,000 muxtapes? No. They are fun to make! Sometimes mixtapes are like dreams: The only one interested in yours is you. See also: Blogs, Children, You.
I am currently enjoying this comedy mix. I'd never heard of Mike Birbiglia before, and he's crackin' me up.
As for the stuff I put up there vs. the stuff I put up here? Well, this mux was conceived as a whole. (It got more angsty than I'd intended at the outset. Shocker.) Future ones, who knows? Sometimes it's nice to not talk everything to death. All I'll say about this batch is that if you don't like the Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments song, I'm not going to be your friend no more.
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I know I owe everyone something, and thanks to those who've said nice things so far. Unfortunately the one something turned into two somethings, and my gumption lost its giddyap smack in the middle of Graceland. Second wind is coming.
"Sometimes mixtapes are like dreams: The only one interested in yours is
you. See also: Blogs, Children, You." - Probably the most brilliant thing
I've read in awhile.