This mix is about falling in and out of love with your imaginary friend.
Why it’s pretentious: Well, it starts with a FIVE MINUTE LONG SMITHS SONG. But wait, there’s more! This is a convoluted story about a lonely girl who falls in love with her imaginary friend because he’s so much nicer than real people, but then she gets too old for him, so he’s banished to this weird imaginary friends world to wait for a new kid, and he’s sad and she kind of regrets it, and apparently I had a lot of spare time in high school. #notbasedonatruestory
Tracklisting, downloads, and bonus song after the jump.
This mix is about waking up on a beautiful morning.
Why It’s Pretentious: You don’t know this yet, but I make a lot of mixes to help people get to sleep. This is the only one that works the other way ‘round. It’s designed for those those sleepy Sundays when you wake up earlier than you intended and get to stay in bed all morning, in that space that’s in between awake and asleep. I downloaded “The Ratio of Freckles to Stars” for the title alone— excellent decision. I apologize for the Hot Chip remix of “In the Morning” being on EVERY SINGLE MIX I MADE IN HIGH SCHOOL.
Side Note: I (not the blog) am on Twitter now. Follow @IAmAleDelgado if you like reading ridiculous thoughts that people should keep in their heads, I guess?
Why It’s Pretentious: As you can tell, none of my mixes in high school were allowed to have short names. (This is probably because I listened to a smidge too much Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, and of Montreal— aha! One of those is not like the other.) So the real title of this mix is Reinvent Love: Melodramas of Colored, Speckled Eggs. Obviously it’s about Christ rising and vanquishing sin from the world. JOKE. It’s basically about rabbits and candy. Happy Easter everyone!
Why It’s Pretentious: Every week, I think to myself, “Is it time? Or will this just seem like I’m whoring out my gays for tumblr points?” Well, now that I have no dignity, LET THE GAY BEGIN. This is a true life real story about this girl whose boyfriend turned out to like other boys, which scandalized our Midwestern high school. Because I have no respect for human decency, I turned her failed relationship into the inspiration for my annual Valentine’s Day mix (but only made a few copies, of course). Much like her musical theatre boyfriend, it’s not very subtle, since every artist is, if not a flaming homosexual, then sexually questionable at the very least. Except maybe Nancy Sinatra.