More Mixtapes
I think I'll do several posts to document the more interesting items in my homebrew cassette collection.
I'll begin this installment with another simple Maxell XLII, 90 minutes this time, titled and devoted to "Live Dylan(Covers)mostly..."
With all the various sources, I did a fine job of mixing this one. It begins with the needle dropping on the Isle of Wight album and Jimi's introduction banter to Like a Rolling Stone. The Phil & Friends Watchtower fades in and out from whatever direction the jam was coming and going, the lovely analog recreation of Rage's Maggie's Farm set my speakers wobbling. You can tell its very much a "Jamband" mix, and it includes some smoking instrumental performances. Tangled Up In Blue becomes a maelstrom as Jerry delves into his solo, the band launching him ever higher with gospel chord changes.
The next cassette is the original I finally found of the copy of a copy I got from my roommate back at Tulane, before he was my roommate. Kenta was Spanish/Japanese, an architechture major, and a sophomore, I was a freshman when we became friends on Mo 7, our dorm. He took me to my first rave, in a parking garage downtown. I danced all night like an idiot and had the time of my life. So back to the tape. Nikki B was one of Kenta's friends. She was a good enough House DJ to spin in the lobby of the State Palace. The tape came to me from her, through Kenta, and Terry Mullan will always be my favorite DJ. This was my first House DJ mixtape, and I got it sometime in the fall of 1996. I started spinning about a year later, and this tape would become my DJ 101. Even though I started out spinning Jungle. Years later, I add this one to my cart at pureacidmixtapes.com and lo and behold, its that one Terry Mullan bootleg we've been going on about for years.
Terry Mullan live @ equal 1.19.96 Penultimate Chicago House. I soon learned how to not dance like an idiot, and watched in awe as Disco Donny brought international talent to Canal St. for the next few years. I joined the massive that would become the Freebass era. And then it all ended, with the master stroke of making glowsticks illegal. That'll teach 'em.
I'll begin this installment with another simple Maxell XLII, 90 minutes this time, titled and devoted to "Live Dylan(Covers)mostly..."
With all the various sources, I did a fine job of mixing this one. It begins with the needle dropping on the Isle of Wight album and Jimi's introduction banter to Like a Rolling Stone. The Phil & Friends Watchtower fades in and out from whatever direction the jam was coming and going, the lovely analog recreation of Rage's Maggie's Farm set my speakers wobbling. You can tell its very much a "Jamband" mix, and it includes some smoking instrumental performances. Tangled Up In Blue becomes a maelstrom as Jerry delves into his solo, the band launching him ever higher with gospel chord changes.
The next cassette is the original I finally found of the copy of a copy I got from my roommate back at Tulane, before he was my roommate. Kenta was Spanish/Japanese, an architechture major, and a sophomore, I was a freshman when we became friends on Mo 7, our dorm. He took me to my first rave, in a parking garage downtown. I danced all night like an idiot and had the time of my life. So back to the tape. Nikki B was one of Kenta's friends. She was a good enough House DJ to spin in the lobby of the State Palace. The tape came to me from her, through Kenta, and Terry Mullan will always be my favorite DJ. This was my first House DJ mixtape, and I got it sometime in the fall of 1996. I started spinning about a year later, and this tape would become my DJ 101. Even though I started out spinning Jungle. Years later, I add this one to my cart at pureacidmixtapes.com and lo and behold, its that one Terry Mullan bootleg we've been going on about for years.
Terry Mullan live @ equal 1.19.96 Penultimate Chicago House. I soon learned how to not dance like an idiot, and watched in awe as Disco Donny brought international talent to Canal St. for the next few years. I joined the massive that would become the Freebass era. And then it all ended, with the master stroke of making glowsticks illegal. That'll teach 'em.
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