I Made You a Mixtape - September 1994

 

You know music, right? That ethereal, drifty magic that wanders through our lives, giving meaning and focus to our every emotion? Well.

Imagine if you could take that elemental, uncontrollable force and stuff it onto a 90 minute cassette tape. That'd be amazing, wouldn't it? You could play it whenever you want. In the car, as you're driving people about. In the kitchen, while they're trying to read a book. You could even take it to someone else's house, eject their stupid boring music, and insist that everyone enjoy yours instead. 

Reader, you'll be delighted to know that, once upon a time, it was indeed possible to do this and - better - I did it. For years and years I created dozens of mixtapes: thrilling collections of the tunes that I considered to be the greatest ever written, for all the world to enjoy.

The actual tapes are long gone, of course. But that doesn't mean you can just run away, shouting, "Oh well never mind then". Because I kept meticulous lists of their contents and, because I love you, I am recreating them here. On the internet. With notes!

This is a tape I made in September 1994, when the world was younger and thinner and had more hair. You can find the whole thing on this playlist, starting at track 130. Or you can just click the videos as you read along. Or make up your own tunes in your head. It's a free country.

Here comes track one!

Joke - I'm Laughing - Eddi Reader

Eddi Reader is in the charts sporadically at this point in time, in the wake of the beautiful 'Patience of Angels'. That means that her singles are a regular feature in the Holy Well that is the Our Price Bargain Basket. I am still working minimum wage at this point, so my taste in music is defined primarily by "How cheap is it?", with "Does it have any artistic merit?" a distant second.

This is lovely, though, isn't it? Very nicely produced and shimmering with feeling. This bodes well for the rest of the tape; anyone listening will probably assume they're in for a lovely, soulful time.

Fergus Sings the Blues - Deacon Blue

Well I'm very sorry. Things have instantly taken a turn and now everyone is angry with me. Where did the delicate sounds of the lady go? Why is this slightly plasticky pop happening to me? 

I'll be honest, I still do very much enjoy this song. I don't love it - it's a bit staccato and there's something quite flat about the production that undermines the whole 'massive soul sound' thing they're going for. But there's a joy to it that I can't deny and their melodies still stick in my head for ages. 

I never said I was cool, alright? I mean, what would have been the point?

One - U2

As if to prove the whole 'not cool' thing, here comes some pretty solid evidence.

Achtung Baby has been a constant supplier of songs for my playlists for quite a while by 1994. It has taken a while, though, for me to include this, maybe its most famous track. Because, even though it's a song I very much like, it has never really felt like mine. 

I think it's down to ubiquity. There are some songs - Bohemian Rhapsody, Vienna, the majority of Beatles songs, that kind of thing - where you hear them so often that it becomes impossible to feel proper 'ownership'. Why would you ever decide to play them, when they are always on anyway?

Which matters here, I guess, because these playlists are always meant to be expressions of my personality. For better or worse, when I play these at people, I am saying, "Here's me, rendered through a carefully sequenced playlist of other people's creations." 

What does "One" say? Nothing, really, except that I like that song that most other mainstream people like, and which will probably be on the radio anyway if we turn the tape off. 

Running Down a Dream - Tom Petty

Someone in the shared house I live in in 1994 must own Full Moon Fever on CD, because there's a lot of Tom Petty on these mid 90s playlists. I wonder who I have stolen it from? Probably Andrew. His tastes are even more mainstream than mine, if you can imagine such a thing.

Tom Petty always felt kind of vibrant and exciting when I was young, and that feeling lingers now. I've never been particularly carefree or wild. I played guitar, but I did it like I did everything else - overthinking it and rarely able to really cut loose. So it was exciting to imagine making music this free and seemingly uncomplicated.

The open roads and wind-in-your-hair freedom of this seemed a long way from the grey skies and rain-darkened brick of Yorkshire, and I guess that's why they sold songs like this to people like me.

 Birdhouse in your Soul - They Might Be Giants

Now we're talking. Simply one of the most delightful pieces of music ever. A bouncy, madcap ride full of thrills and nonsense. So melodic and full of life that it accidentally made TMBG a 'pop act' for a while, despite them being a very long way away from being anything so humdrum.

Unlike a lot of songs on this mixtape, 'Birdhouse' has remained a part of my life. It peeks out at various points through the years, exploding with sunshine and joy for a few minutes and then darting away...

...hearing it on the car radio in the early 1990s and thinking, "What is this?"...

...bouncing up and down at their gig in Vancouver (that's right, Vancouver - I'm basically James Bond)...

...singing it at open mic spots and seeing that most coveted of reactions: people would never have predicted this in a million years, but are delighted beyond measure when they realise what it is...

...and more recently, howling along to it in the kitchen as we all chopped veg and prepared dinner. Pure joy and the uncanny ability to remember the most peculiar lyrics. Filibuster indeed. You scamps, They Might Be Giants. You scamps!

Happy Worker - Tori Amos

You remember the film 'Toys'? No - of course you don't. No-one does, and with good reason. It's a weird little Robin Williams film that doesn't seem to have the first clue what to do with itself and makes little impact, beyond everyone going, "What was that, and why did anyone make it?"

Except. The soundtrack is amazing. Well, sort of. Like the film, the soundtrack is a peculiar beast that doesn't quite hang together. But, also like the film, it contains some really interesting ideas. Like this overblown Frankenstein's monster of a track. 

My love of film is still properly developing at this time, and I am fascinated by Toys and its soundtrack. Why is it so glossy and joyful in all its imagery, but so sad at its core? Why do the songs sound like they've watched me dancing and tried to write music that would fit? And why is there nothing else like this? How can you develop a taste for a genre if there's only one thing in it?

Anyway. Here's the song. I'm so sorry. Or, you're welcome. Whichever.

Tears in Heaven - Eric Clapton

And now this! It's like I'm trying to catch people out. Imagine listening to this tape back in the 90s. Maybe I'm driving you somewhere, and so you're forced to politely listen along. You'd be terrified. What if my driving choices were like my music selection? We'd be going off a cliff any minute.

Anyway. Here's a song, and you know the song, and you have your opinion of it. Clapton has done himself no favours recently and it's hard to look at him without bringing a certain degree of irritation to the table. But this was massive at the time, and though it's certainly saccharine, it's about his dead kid so I'm inclined to allow a certain latitude.

At the time, I was super into this song. This was, if I remember correctly, the first big MTV Unplugged thing. Hard to appreciate now, when literally every song that ever existed has been stripped down and acoustified for a bank advert. But back in the mid 90s, where young Rob is sitting on his bed, surrounded by CDs and blank cassettes, it's a big deal. So let's leave off him, eh? He's enough to deal with, what with that haircut.

I've deliberately linked to a slightly fuzzy copy of the MTV concert, rather than the much cleaner 'official single' version. That's where this song comes from, for me. I watched that MTV concert with my dad, again and again. I'd never been into Clapton, but repetition really burned this into me, and made it special in a way it might not have been otherwise.

Real Gone Kid - Deacon Blue

Again, all I can do is apologise. You deserve better. 

But, you know what? I still sometimes stick this on a playlist, and though people might look a bit "What?", we'll still all have a perfectly pleasant time, and find ourselves humming bits of it later on. It's perfectly decent pop. It's not 'Stuck on You by Huey Lewis and the News' decent. But it never hurt anyone.

Can't Do A Thing To Stop Me - Chris Isaak

It's very hard to know what my thinking is here. Apart from "I liked Wicked Game by Chris Isaak, and I saw he had another album out, and so I bought it because Radio 1 has, frankly, left me behind, and I have no idea how to make musical choices any more."

Musically, it's OK, Nice and drifty. Lyrically, well... I'm not sure you'd write a song like this now. It feels just a little bit stalkery and obsessive, and the sort of thing that someone might write to you shortly before you had to start googling 'restraining orders and how to get them'. It's up there with 'I Drove All Night' as a song to which the only answer is 'Please stop doing all the things you are doing and seek professional help."

Keep Talking - Pink Floyd

This was the big single for Pink Floyd in 1994, so of course it's here. It's unintrusive, well produced stuff, but not massively interesting. 

On the occasions where I've owned an electric guitar over the years, I've found this quite fun to play along to. Not in a "I studied what they were playing and tried to emulate it" kind of way. More in a "I worked out what key it was in and thrashed excitedly about through a distort pedal, until someone asked me to please, please, please, for the love of God, stop."

October - U2

Here's something you'll never get with a Spotify playlist: the fear that you're getting close to the end of the tape, but without any real way of measuring exactly how close. It's the nearest most of us will ever get to the Russian Roulette scene from The Deer Hunter, and I'll not have anyone tell me it's any less thrilling. 

Here, therefore, is a very short song by U2. It's quite decent, and harks back to a time when they didn't feel the need to make every song epic. If they wrote it now, rather than coming to a soft, sweet end at 2.20, it would, instead, explode into a frenzied mass of guitars and fireworks and international politics. 

Depending on You - Tom Petty

And so we end side one, with another slice of affable, jangly guitar pop from Tom Petty. There's a kind of unpretentious charm to it that was probably undermined, on the original tape, by it suddenly cutting out half way through. Sorry Tom.

Cover My Eyes (live) - Marillion

Side two introduces itself with this: a B-Side from a Marillion single. So we're all annoyed now, aren't we? You, because you hate Marillion at the best of times, and now here they are in an even more ramshackle form.

And me because they've released a single where the B-side is a live track. Boring. Literally the only reason for buying a CD single from an album I already own is the prospect of some new material on tracks 2 and 3. Live versions always felt lazy. Write some more songs, you musicians! It's your main thing!

Luckily, I really like this song, and have fond memories of howling tunelessly along to the "Way-ay-ay-ay-ayyyyy" bit at their concert a couple of years previously. So I tolerate their betrayal. As they knew I would. They're not dumb - they know that anyone easily irritated would have parted company years ago.

Not Alone Any More - The Traveling Wilburys

Another legacy from listening to music with my dad. I visited home less and less frequently at this point, and so there was a certain warmth to the music that made me think of being there. 

September 94 sees us entering the second year 'out of university', and so Wakefield is less 'the place you stop for a bit while you work out what to do' and more 'maybe the place you just live now'. University is odd - you live in one place, but 'home' still means the town where your parents live. In retrospect, these years saw a slow transition away from that. 

I probably would have still called my parents' house "home" at that point. But I would have been lying. Here, in the shared house where we argued about washing up and stole each others CDs, was where the heart was.

I'll Never Fall In Love Again - Deacon Blue

Now then. Having been quite rude to Deacon Blue earlier, I have to confess to being very fond of this. I mean, it's an amazing song in the first place, so I guess a lot of the credit goes there. But I really love this version. 

I think I'm still working my way through the Deacon Blue best of CD at this point. I've used the obvious big hitters - the singles I recognised from the radio in the late 80s - but now I'm discovering the slower, less obvious songs, like this one. 

This may even have been my first real exposure to "Never Fall in Love" in any form. That seems mad, but I suppose that's how things went, in the world before streaming flattened everything out. If it wasn't on the radio, and your parents didn't play it, you had to sort of reverse engineer your music knowledge through stuff like this.

Or maybe hang out in much cooler circles than I did. That might have helped too.

Dirty Day - U2

Ha. You thought you were safe from U2, didn't you? You thought - he's done "One", that should have satisfied him. And then there was that weird little piano bit at the end of side one. Surely no-one is dumb enough to think anyone else wants to hear anything else. Certainly not a slightly half-arsed track from the tail end of their more experimental follow up album.

Well, that just shows how little you know me. Or would have known my 23 year old self. He loves U2, and he plays them all the time, and he reads books on them, and if you stand still long enough he will bob up to you and try to engage you in conversation about them. 

Doctor Who wasn't on in the 90s, you see. So what else was I meant to do in lieu of a personality? 

The Wrong Band - Tori Amos

We're heading to that part of the tape when my choices basically admit, "Oh no - I don't have enough songs to fill a 90 minutes cassette!"

Nothing wrong with this, though. It's Tori, and it's lovely to hear her voice and imagine her beautiful, elfin face. But it's an album track, and it has precisely zero resonance for me. Sorry, future historians. 

No-One Can - Marillion

Now I've been pretty self-effacing so far, trying my best to recognise the narrow and relatively conservative nature of my younger self's tastes. 

But I'll hear nothing bad about this song. Yes, it's a very basic piece of radio friendly, MOR pop with nothing you might call an 'edge'. If it was a pair of scissors, they would be safety scissors. If it was a curry, it would be the one your dad would eat, albeit suspiciously. 

But I absolutely adore this song and for this reason: it sounds nice and it makes me happy. Great chorus. Lovely guitar sounds. Lush keyboards. These are things I've neither tired of, nor grown out of. 

In a more just world, this would have got loads of airplay and everyone would have loved it. But then I'd have just been here complaining that everyone jumped on the bandwagon and it doesn't feel special any more and what has happened to the magic of Marillion? So I guess it's for the best. 

Lady Writer - Dire Straits

Ha ha. You thought I'd gone as mainstream as I could, didn't you? Well in your face, you lovely reader. I had this waiting for you all along. 

People are kinder to Dire Straits now than they were in the 90s. It would be impossible to be less kind, really. I think they existed in that 'Sting/Bono/Live Aid' kind of orbit that seemed to represent everything that was wrong with music back then, and became a target for everyone who wanted to prove how hip they were. 

Fair enough, I guess. I can see it. But I still like this, and would happily put it on a playlist now.

Chocolate Girl - Deacon Blue

I'm not sure what this song is about, but it sparked a certain resonance for me, back there in the mid 90s. I had a girlfriend, but I was not treating her very well. Not quite as badly as the guy in this song seems to treat his partner, but not far off. 

I was very close, at this point, to ending that relationship. I think she knew it, and her sadness was evident to everyone in our social circle. Quite why she was sad I don't know. You've heard the kind of music she had to put up with. But the heart wants what the heart wants, I suppose, even if what it wants comes with a side order of Marillion and Dire Straits. 

Another Time, Another Place - U2

Amazing. Another U2 song. Have I no shame? 

This is a good one, though. Right back from the first album, with spikes and edges and shot through with a wide eyed kind of wonder that still appeals. 

I had a dream, years before even this mixtape, which this song soundtracked. In it I met a girl. She knocked on the window of my attic and invited me to play on the roof in the evening sun, running across the tiles. And I loved her, but all the time I knew she was going to die, because the dream had started with the moment of her death, before flashing back to the beginning. 

So this song has always made me think of that. A weird, sad dream from when I was a teenager. Interpretations welcome.

Jigsaw - Marillion

Oh, I really am going to break up with that girlfriend, aren't I? This hasn't found its way here by accident. A massive song about saying goodbye.

Marillion, in their early days, were all about the break ups and the sadness. Losing love sounded epic and heroic and sort of weirdly nourishing. I do wonder how much I brought about disasters just to have something approaching the feelings these songs evoked.

Anyway. This is also here because my mate Ian - the reason I was into Marillion in the first place so blame him - was getting married. And I was his best man, and so I was due a gift from him. What did I ask for? Well, the same thing anyone would ask for  - the first three Marillion albums on CD. 

The girl I finished with is pretty happy these days, by all accounts. 

Handle With Care - The Travelling Wilburys

We're near the end here, and boy you can tell. We're basically using up whatever tracks we can from CDs we used earlier. That said, this is a great song and a smarter man would have put it way sooner on the disc. I am, as you will have noticed, not that man.

The guys in the Wilburys seemed impossibly old at the time. They seem so very young, now. 

Twist and Shout - Deacon Blue

Ending with this is a bit like saying, "Thanks for coming - please never come back." What am I thinking? 

Anyway, that's the end of this tape. I hope it's given you a valuable insight into the kind of fun you could have had if you hung around with me in the mid 90s. 

If you enjoyed this - and there's surely at least a statistical possibility of that - then you could go back to visit some similar writing about what I was listening to on the previous tape, in Summer 1994. Link here.