The girl I referenced in this poem was one of the first recipients of a mixed tape from me. I made her MANY of them. I was head over heels for that girl, obviously I still have dreams about her. She made me a mix once too and for the most part it was a steaming pile of poo, but I still LOVED it. I remember it had Journey's Faithfully. I figured out how to play that on the piano as a young man, just in case I found myself alone with her in a room with a piano. Unfortunately, that never happened. Some of the first songs I wrote, I wrote for her and put on those mixed tapes for her. I would record on to a tape, then put that tape in another tape deck and record myself playing another track over top of it on another tape deck etc. Essentially multi-tracking in the crudest way possible. What I wouldn't give to hear those songs now. I wonder if she kept those tapes? I'd be more interested in hearing those tapes than I would be in seeing her. -Okay, that's kind of a lie. Is my wife on Hubski? jk

As for me sharing my mixed tape I make for my exchange with you, I'm afraid I must decline. As you mention in your comment, these things are personal and when done properly, should be specific to their intended recipient. It would detract from it if I sent the same one out to others.

That said, I would be happy to have a mixed CD exchange with you lil. You send something my way and I'll gladly reciprocate. :-)