One thing that was a high priority when opening the shop was the playlist. Music completely sets the tone. Not too stuffy. Slightly playful. Vintage yet trending. Basically everything I want the shop to be. Every time music is heard in the background when I share Stories on Instagram, I get soooooo many DMs. What song is that? Well, I gotcha cuz today I made you a mixtape of goodness. This comes in a 4 part series, so check back for more.
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The mixtape. What was once a form of high school communication for some has since become a nostalgic novelty item. When was the last time you made a mixtape? I haven’t made one for you in almost a year. I know, I’m sooooo not a good friend. But fret not. I’m back with a nerdy assemble of songs. No, there is no giddy romanticism I’m trying to convey in this playlist. It’s just a compilation of stuff that’s been making me shake it in the car…only at stop lights of course. Click thru to enjoy.
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Apparently my ears get bored very quickly, so I’ve been on the hunt for new music as of late. It also probably doesn’t help my cause when I find a song I like, it goes into heavy rotation for a month or two of commuting…over and over and over again. It’s the one major issue I have with iPod playlists. Convenient yes, but one can only listen to a certain song so many times don’t cha know. So I’ve begun to play a little game in the mornings to keep things interesting. iPod roulette. It’s been fun, weird, nostalgic and a whole lot of, “I have never heard this song before, but apparently I own it”.
MIXTAPE CAN BE PLAYED AFTER THE JUMP…
In my teen years, if we were friends, you probably received a mixtape from me. I probably spent hours pouring over cassette after cassette trying to find the most perfect song that I thought you might just love. More often then not, it was indie music. Something obscure you’d never heard before, and my hopes were that you’d love a certain band just as much as I did. Growing up in a small rural town in Wisconsin made it difficult to find anything that wasn’t Top 40 or Country. But I lived close enough to Madison, and State Street had great college record stores that fed my need for something different.
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