Sonic Youth's Thurston Moore, the downtown
doyen of noise rock, edited this love note to the lost art
of the cassette mix tape. Such celebrity projects run the
risk of playing to the inside; in this case, Moore's pals
sent in their favorites. But Mix Tape is actually
The offerings run from the mix tape as mentor ("these
tapes were my schoolbooks") to romantic midwife ("Listen
to...track three on your balcony this morning, I am
there with you"). If there's any flaw, it's
Moore's own writing. His introduction is overlong
and peppered with embarrassing examples of fumbled contemporary
language (a certain mix was "sweet"; Fila "kicks"
were on sale; his first boombox had "sick lights").
Skip his intros, and instead concentrate on the lovely bits
from several dozen of his friends.
After a few minutes with Mix Tape, you'll mourn the
tape decks lost to an iPod age.