Maybe It’s To Early In The Game

I just love Barbra Streisand. She is a beautiful woman, from her voice, to her outspoken personality, to her ability to take on such diverse roles in movies. From Hello Dolly to playing a nutty prostitute, who else?! I am listening to her Christmas album and I like that. I know it is not even Thanksgiving yet, but Geoff has me in a Christmas state of mind. Is that such a bad thing?

It kind of sucks, this will be the first Christmas that I do not have a good deal of money to use to buy people nice gifts (I just said “good deal”, that is such a Geoffrey phrase hehe). Any who, I need to find frugal (what a bad word, eh G?) ways to Christmas… Music is cheap! Perhaps I will just burn a bunch of CD’s.

The only thing is that I do not think people will get it… Like, Joseph and I can exchange CD’s that we burn for each other and we both realize that it is not just a random selection, even if it might seem so. There are songs there for a reason. There is a lot of love put in our mix CD’s that we have given each other over the time. I think I have only received mixed CD’s from three people… it is a magical thing, if you get it right.

That is the tricky part, getting a mixed CD, formerly a mixed tape, “right”. I think John Cusack put it best in his fabulous film, “High Fidelity” when he said

“The making of a great compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you got to take it up a notch, but you don’t wanna blow your wad, so then you got to cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules. Anyway… I’ve started to make a tape… in my head… for :name:. Full of stuff :pronoun: likes. Full of stuff that make :pronoun: happy. For the first time I can sort of see how that is done.”

That is so true. Take note those who ever want to make me a mixed tape! Ha ha. I know I have already scared some people with my mixed tape policies… they have to be from the heart, but not hokey. They have to be meaningful and deep but they also have to be comprehendible when you are drunk. They have to be long enough to tell a story, but not so long as to be epic.

I feel I could write the soundtrack of my life, it would be perfect, it would be good, it would make people cry and it would make them laugh. It would be one of those epics. My mixed tape would span my life from birth, this track, care of Alan Silvestri.

But who would listen to it? Who would care to listen… hell who would have the time? Twenty years of music? Well, let’s be honest, I could only count about 40% of the time I am asleep and there would be some repeats. Still, I am betting a good 12 years of solid music. Fuck “twenty in a row”.

My mixed tape would be romantic almost to a fault and tragedy that would make Days of Our Lives seem like a grocery store paperback. Danielle Steel, watch yourself.

My mixed tape… what a thought.

Do not think though that I have the gall to claim that I can make the perfect mixed CD for anyone else. I am just as afraid as anyone else to make a mixed CD or tape. It is a daunting task, it takes a lot out of a person, at least it does when they mean it. No low blows, cheap shots or gimme’s.

I love you. That is the only way I know how to end this. Let’s make the Duke mad. There is so much more I want to write, so many more thoughts running through the tiny little mind in my oversized head. Nevertheless, right now, the biggest thought is of the guy in the other room.

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