Ronnie here with something he’s been keen on for most of his life.
What are you listening to? iTunes, Spotify, Pandora maybe, in the United States? Or mainly CDs? We’ve got hundreds of CDs, and the only place we ever listen to any of them is in the car. Because we mostly listen to music that streams through our computers and iPods. And most of that music is on permanent ‘shuffle’ so we don’t know what’s coming next. It’s like we’re listening to massive compilation tapes. Compiled by me. Because I’ve been making compilation tapes for most of my life.
At first it was done using a hand held microphone plugged in to a cheap little cassette recorder. Later on the machinery got more sophisticated, but the cassettes really didn’t. That was ok. What mattered was having the taste to put together interesting sequences of songs, and people to then give the tapes to.
If you were a friend, especially if you were a girlfriend, the compilation tapes starting to turn up were a sure sign that things were getting serious.
Making compilations did seem to be mainly a boy thing. But when I was first getting to know Sarah, in the early 1990s, one of the first things that really impressed me about her – along with her beauty and her boundless enthusiasm for life – was that she made compilation tapes! We were clearly going to get along.
One I particularly remember was called, in honour of what she’d been drinking while she made it, ‘The Cointreau Mix’. ‘A different corner’ Wham, followed by Patrice Rushen’s ‘Forget me nots’, followed by, oh, I don’t remember now (And yes, music anoraks, George Michael did later record ‘Forget me nots’, clearly influenced by Sarah’s compilation tape).
So what makes a good compilation tape? For me it’s a mixture of mood and surprise. Plus of course, all the music has to be good. Good according to whom? Well to me of course. I can effortlessly divide all music into good and bad, always have been able to. Thus, Crowded House, virtually all good. Black Sabbath, virtually all bad. But ‘Pineapple head’ by the Crowdies is bad too. While Sabbath’s ‘Paranoid’ is of course magnificently good.
But back to mood and surprise. If it’s a mixed artist compilation tape – and they’re the best kind – you want different kinds of moods for different kinds of times and places and uses.
A compilation tape to play while writing a blog piece about compilation tapes? Well, no words of course or it interferes with your concentration. So, some John Barry, followed by a drifty bit of Brian Eno, followed by Dawn Upchurch singing one of the ‘Songs from the Auvergne’. ‘Hang on, that’s a surprise’ I hear you say. ‘Hasn’t that got words?’ ‘Yes it’s a surprise’ I reply, ‘Because good compilations need them, remember. And yes it’s got words, but they’re French and I mostly don’t understand them. So for me that fits with the ‘no words’ rule. Ok?’
Next, a compilation tape for making a lively start to a Friday evening with a few drinks. Well obviously the Pet Shop Boys will feature (indeed a single artist Pettoes compilation would do just fine in itself), followed by some Stevie Wonder (though not the obvious ones) – and of course ‘Oh happy day’ by the Edwin Hawkins singers.
Special mention must be made here of the likes of ‘Oh happy day’ and ‘You make me feel mighty real’ by Sylvester. These are compilation tape gold. You can utterly rely on them to cause outbreaks of happiness and well-being, and they’ll be accepted as viable company by the most diverse of other compilation contents.
Some people’s music, though, just doesn’t work well in diverse company. David Bowie for example. ‘Heroes’ works, but try virtually all of his other wonderful stuff in a mixed compilation tape and it will stick out awkwardly. Don’t know why, it’s just so. Same applies to Marc Bolan and Peter Gabriel. Great, but best enjoyed on single artist compilation tapes.
And of course, in this day and age we’re not really talking about ‘compilation tapes’ at all. There’s nothing in our house and car that can play a cassette anymore. So the days of lovingly labelling and listing a C90 tape are over. As are the days of brilliant but very short songs to fill up the ends of each side. Honourable mentions here for ‘If you saw through my eyes’ by Sandy Denny, ‘Carefully taught’ by Ian Matthews and ‘September Blue’ by Chris Rea.
I love even writing the names of these lovely songs down. I love music. It colours in my life. Even when I’m not listening to anything there’s music going on in my head (at the moment it’s Talk Talk, ‘Spirit of Eden’ in case you were wondering).
And while cassettes may be over and even CDs are on the slide, compilations are of course the very stuff of streaming music now. Because let it be clearly said and understood, hardly anyone ever made a completely good album (A short and opinionated list may form a future blog piece).So we don’t want to listen to complete albums anymore. I don’t feed whole albums into our iTunes library, and I don’t put whole albums into any of our Spotify playlists.
So we listen to compilations for some or most of our evenings together, us two. Mostly in the background while we put another bit of the world to rights. But occasionally bursting into the foreground of our consciences when the blessed Emmylou, say, ‘Magdalene laundries’ segués into ‘Pacific Ocean blue’, Dennis Wilson, followed by our beloved ‘Refugees’ by Van Der Graff Generator. ‘It’s on good form tonight’ we say, beaming warmly at the computer.
Not that it’s all that random, of course. Our playlists are lovingly curated by me. And ruthlessly vetted by Sarah for my occasional excesses of taste. If, say, three German 1970s electronic tracks should turn up on the run.
And you can, if you wish, hear some of our ‘compilation tapes’ if you’re in a country that can get Spotify:
Evening shuffle – This is a massive list of about 3,000 songs I’ve been compiling for a few years now. Put it on shuffle and it’ll last for a couple of weeks!
Evening – late – An extract from the above for, well, later.
Currently listening – A constantly evolving list of new things I’m listening to at the moment.
Happy – A compilation made up entirely of compilation tape gold selections.
Within, or outside of Spotify, you might also like to subscribe to sharemyplaylists.com. Each week they’ll send you a list of interesting compilations. This is always a delight to me, and recently I’ve been enjoying deutsche-elektronische-musik and other gems, courtesy of them.
And you can listen to other kindred spirits and compilation compilers on BBC Six Music, pretty well a perfect radio station in my view. I particularly love Stuart Maconie’s ‘Freak Zone’.
And we’d love to hear from you too. Like:
What was on your favourite compilation tapes?
Which songs are your compilation tape gold?
Who else doesn’t compile well?
Brilliant short songs to fill up the ends of each side of the compilation tape?
And have you got any playlists we can listen to, or even contribute to? (I’ve written about this before on Being Sarah).
And finally, a YouTube link to a classic and hard to find song by Mark Germino that fits right in with all this joy of music and compiling things you think might not go together stuff. Listen particularly for the lines about playing Madonna after George Jones. He knows what he’s talking about. Enjoy!