love is a mix tape.

my favorite book. ever.

it's a story of love & loss...relayed through something i'm passionate about.
90's music.

love+loss+90's music=me weeping & laughing & oh so glad that someone else gets it.

"it's too late to sleep anyway. the coffee's gone cold, so i just heat up another pot. tonight, i feel like my whole body is made out of memories. i'm a mix tape, a cassette that's been rewound so many times you can hear the fingerprints smudged on the tape.

press play.

first song, side two: r.e.m.'s "man on the moon." did renee ever make a mix tape without r.e.m.? a whole generation of southern girls, raised on the promise of michael stipe.

i now get scared of forgetting anything about renee, even the tiniest detail, even the bands on this tape i can't stand-if she touched them, i want to hear her fingerprints. sometimes, i wake up in the middle of the night, my heart pounding, trying to remember: what was renee's shoe size? what color were her eyes? what was her birthday, her grandparents' first names, that willie nelson song we heard on the radio in atlanta? the memory comes back, hours or days later. it always comes back. but in the moment, i panic. i'm positive it's gone for good. i'm shaking from that sensation now, trying to remember some of this music. nothing connects to the moment like music. i count on the music to bring me back-or, more precisely, to bring her forward."

-rob sheffield.