Challenge 06: October 2007 Archives

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Here it is! Magic Healing Crystals for the Ultimate Heartbreaks. Made possible only by all of you coming to the rescue with amazing song suggestions. We had enough to make 3 tapes full of bittersweet jams, but in the end, we had to edit the list down to fill only ONE ultimate 90 minute break-up tape. We hope that you will never need to listen to this, but you very well might one day, if not now. Just download and transfer to that melancholic magnetic tape, and get ready to lose it for sure.

Directions:
To make your own "official" Team G-RAD "Magic Healing Crystals for the Ultimate Heartbreaks" Breakup Mixed Cassette, please:

1) Download the following .MP3 files and record them onto a 90 minute cassette.
2) Print out the cover, fold appropriately and insert into the cassette case.
3) Play in a cassette player, or save for a rainy day.



Side A (.MP3, 51.7 Mb)

Side B (.MP3, 51.6 Mb)


(click for print-appropriate size)

It Seemed Too Dark

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My favorite song about relationships (or "break up song") of all time
just so happens to have been made by one of my closest friends. I
met my friend Matthew the first year that I lived in Grand Rapids, MI
while going to school at Grand Valley State University. Gradually we
started to hang out more and eventually began to play music
together. I ended up moving to Los Angeles after I graduated from
school and a year later he moved out to live in L.A. and attend
school at Art Center in Pasadena, CA. He moved in with my friend and
I and we started to play music together again.


Very often I would have to trick my friend into recording. In fact,
this has actually caused a few arguments between us, but I've come to
understand the idea better over time. There's something important
that happens only when you're not "trying" and just creating for
yourself in the moment, unaware that someone is documenting your
actions. Some of my favorite music and art seems to come from a
place that is based in improvisation and is unmotivated by making it
for others to hear or see. The best things I've done or been a part
of creating musically or otherwise, could never be recreated because
they could have only happened that specific way at that specific time.


Matthew has a habit of playing and making up some of the most amazing
songs off the top of his head while there is no tape rolling. In this
case though, I was able to catch him in the middle of one of his sub-
conscious-zone-out-rambling-at-the-piano episodes, that would tend to
take place at our house more often then not. I remember walking in
and liking the melody he had started to put together slowly in a kind
of weird pattern that sounded upbeat and a little sad at the same
time. So I rushed to grab my tape recorder and quietly set it on the
top of the piano in front of him while his head was down staring at
the keys, I'm not sure if he realized I was recording, but I remember
hoping that he didn't. I let the tape player go, but at the same
time cued up my new laptop on the other side of the room to record
through the mixer I had set up next to the piano the week earlier,
it wasn't really an ideal set up for recording, but I wanted to give
it a shot. After pressing "start" on my computer, I crept over to
the other side of the room and sat down.


After Matthew stopped playing he went in his room and I pressed stop
on the tape player and the laptop. At the time I wasn't really sure
if it worked nor did I remember anything he sang or what it sounded
like. I just wanted to see how it would turn out. Later that night
I transfered from the tape onto my laptop and had two tracks to work
with. There was a lot more to the session then what it ended up
being, but I feel like the really important parts recorded well and I
was able to capture. There was something that happened to the tape
when it recorded, that you can hear halfway through the song. It
sort of breaks down and gets distorted, as my tape player was tending
to do at the time, so it seemed like a logical time for the recording
to switch from tape to the computer. I think it took me about two
hours to mix and get it sounding even, I'm not producer by any means,
and I was just learning how to make things on my laptop, but once I
got it to a finished point, I played it for Matthew. I remember he
really hated it, and I didn't know why. I happen to be a huge fan of
nearly everything he does musically, so it makes me a little biased
to say the least. But I really thought it was incredible. For one,
I knew he was making it up as he went along, with no pre-conceived
notions or practice, and two, it seemed very genuine and heartfelt.
I knew that the relationship where this song comes from was very hard
for him to talk about and he didn't seem to be very happy about me
recording him, but I still thought it was very special. After a very
drawn out discussion and a little bit of prodding, I persuaded him to
not have me "delete it".


Since then, Matthew and I have recorded quite a bit together,
specifically in that house and in the past year or so. But this
track remains as one of my favorite songs that he's put together.
There's something very nice about being a "fan" of your friends.
I'll be the first to say that I'm very lucky to know some of the best
people in the world who seem to just get better at what they do as
time goes on. I wanted to share this song because I feel like its a
good example of how something really incredible can come from
heartache and pain. As with everything that my friends make, I hope
you enjoy it as much as I do.




It Seemed Too Dark.mp3


Lyrics:
On the way back to,
your house you wanted to kiss in my car


But it was raining too hard
and i can't see well in the dark
so i turned away
from you


In the mail I received half your heart
it looked like a t-shirt from texas
two photographs


Do you still hang that lion up or out?
I bought it from the chinese ghost on the way to the tower that
looked like my southern parts


I can't fix your bike 'cause its too cold and my hands hurt
I apologized to your parents 'cause i got too sauced up at your
recital's reception and I was embarassed to talk
and your gay friend was dancing with girls that he tried to kiss on
the lips
tried to kiss on the lips


I said sorry for hurting your heart,
but it seemed too dark




Guest post by Patrick L.

Boner Jams and Romantic Ephemera

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"Don't need to get it off my chest or have a dialogue/ So, save it for your blog - The one that no one wants to read because it's all about your feelings!" - Dites Donc!

Part of me thinks it's maybe just a little lame that my most recent "breakup" (and with it, the relationship) of any significance happened so long ago. Reflecting back on it now well over a year later and realizing just how dumb and immature I was about the breakup (and preceding relationship) in fact was does much to confirm this lameness in my mind. Lame that it may be, this recent reflection has caused me to realize how important this event may actually have been. Really, it was a transformative, codifying experience that introduced me to the idea of "romantic ephemera" the allowed me to better understand the myriad breakup ceremonies: the exchange of belongings, the removal of ex-related photographs, letters and gifts from daily life, and ultimately starting on the long road to catharsis through the creation of tangible goods. These are all helpful exercises that I believe speed the recovery process along. The last one brings both good and bad things.

Romantic ephemera, as I understand it, is a lot like normal ephemera. Artifacts (ephemeron) produced as the result of some sort of romantic effort (be it in courtship, mid-relationship, or postmortem) that is created sincerely in the spirit of permanence but in most cases (particularly for the former two) have a very limited shelf life indeed. The recipient might only enjoy these items for a limited time - such as the lifespan of the relationship, at the end of which they may possibly be sequestered away in a box somewhere or destroyed as part of the owner's own breakup ceremony. We often make things for ourselves that can be classified as romantic ephemera. These are the most interesting to me. These objects - perhaps because they helped us get over a momentary hurdle in life, perhaps because they are so spectacularly self-indulgent - might enjoy a longer shelf life. Recently there was an amazing This American Life episode all about breakups in which correspondent Starlee Kine enlisted the help of none other than Phil-fucking-Collins to help her write a song to get over her own recent breakup. A lot of what made this segment so appealing, I think, is that it took the everyday, pedestrian, totally-relatable practice of creating romantic ephemera to the most awesome extreme (Phil-fucking-Collins!).

romantic ephemera, circa 2002

Dumped

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Like most of my past break-ups, my most recent was not a surprise. There were red flags from the beginning. When my boss showed me the kitchen during my tour of the facility she laughed nervously and said, "We usually just come down here for like 15 minutes and wolf down lunch. That's all the time we have." The first week, I was already working overtime. At six months, I realized that I had absolutely no decision-making power, yet somehow things were still my fault. By nine months, I couldn't sleep at night, and I cried in the shower before work. Why was everything I did wrong? Why couldn't I meet their needs?



The relationship started to become abusive. They'd say they needed one thing; then after I spent a week working on it, they'd go in a completely different direction. I'd work really hard on something and then they wouldn't even use it. They didn't trust me. They didn't like my clothes.

I felt like I was giving, giving, giving and never really felt appreciated. No one noticed the special little things I'd do to make their lives easier. I had no power. All the decisions about our future were made by VPs behind closed doors. There was no system for collectively evaluating our relationship, no way to voice my feelings of powerlessness. It was like a bad marriage.

I never had inflated expectations about the longevity of our relationship. Statistically most relationships don't work out, so why get your hopes up, right? I always new deep down that it wasn't forever. They wanted me to commit to three to five years. But then, because of a merger and budget cuts, they eliminated my position after one.



It's not the actual break-up that gets me. It's the reminder that I'm not at all in control of my own destiny, at least not professionally. It's the knowledge that, like so many other relationships, this one failed miserably despite my best intentions and hard work. People always say that it doesn't matter if a relationship ends as long as you learned something in the process. So why do I feel like I just wasted a year of my life learning things I didn't really want to know anyway?

Sally T., Unemployed

Comfort Food

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In times of trouble, our broken spirits need to be tended to and restored. As we have already posted, music is one way of soul mending, another might be going for a walk or a drive, another might be motion pictures, but yet another means to restoration is one that we participate in constantly and universally, often taking its value for granted. Together, we eat. Let us eat in these times for comfort and hope and replenish the emptiness that can sometimes overtake us. Please use our menu as a model for your own time of bringing it to the table, and letting it all out. We have provided you a number of recipes to use in the preparation of some uber-comfort foods. Stickin' to your ribs style solace, folks! Our entirely vegan menu for the evening is as follow:

SUSAN'S SEITAN CUTLETS


GARLIC MASHED POTATOES WITH "CHIK'N" GRAVY




SPICY MAC'N'CHEEZ BAKE


OREO CUPCAKES / BANANA SPLIT CUPCAKES
Adapted from Vegan Cupcakes Take Over the World.




BANANA PEANUT BUTTER FUDGE


While these can be great alone-time recipes when you are feeling low, they can also be great to share with friends. When you are ready to leave the house, try enjoying these recipes in the company of some friends potluck-style! Sometimes good food and good friends can be just the ticket!

We CAN work it out.

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