When the dream has died. 10 sec crossfade. Never shuffle.
48 mins
No one makes a mixtape quite like me...'cept Jack in Titanic. This one's been brewing 14 days. It speaks to adolescent passion for poetry, fire, and solitude. Fearful-avoidant indulgences of lyrical dissociation. Sensitive moments. Generalized depression. Indie-rock of varying intensities and fidelities. Guitars. I was going through it at the time. 10 sec crossfade. No shuffle.
46 mins
You Probably Think This Mixtape's About You, Don't You. 10 Sec Crossfade. Never Shuffle.
48 mins
Breakups, Side B.
44 mins
Breakup resignation. Thanks for the muse, Richard. 44 minutes. 10 sec crossfade. No shuffle.
47 mins
Tash receives some hard news. 10 sec crossfade. No shuffle.
55 mins
"Hey Tash, how's it going?" (Not really intended for shredding....but anything's possible.) 10 sec crossfade. No shuffle.
153 mins
On the occasion of the death of David Bowie. 10 sec crossfade. Never shuffle.
247 mins
2015 broke my heart and I was never the same again. This mixtape was the first time I used playlist curation as work of narrative nonfiction and trauma-processing.