Found Marna: The lost tapes
As you get older, sometimes you change. I’m shocked that some of my friends have become republicans or born again. I’m happy to report that, other than my sagging boobs, I haven’t changed.
One of my unemployment projects has been ensuring all of my CDs have been ripped and added to iTunes. Yes, even Morrissey. The media was then going to be donated to my college radio station for a write off.
While I was going through my notebooks of CDs, I ran across some of my DJ days that my ex-boyfriend had digitized from very old 90-minute TDK cassette tapes. I had a two-hour show at my school as well as at an all-boys college down the street that craved female talent.
I had fun listening and realized, with the exception of a few one-hit wonders, I had incredible indie/alternative musical taste, a bit of a sense of humor, and a slight accent. Now, as I continue to listen to The Cult, Siouxsie & the Banshees, and Concrete Blonde, I can smile and know I was on to something and ahead of my time.
I shipped my notebooks back to school in a wine box sealed with Warhol-ized Jesus tape. “I can’t wait to see what you have,” said the music director in an email. Hopefully, he’ll see I have eclectic musical tastes and a warped sense of humor.