Like so many people, my love of mixtapes is tied up in the idea of love itself — both romantic and platonic. Though I admire many mixtapes put out into the world, my personal favorites have been gifts to and from people I care about. In fact, the very first person I traded cassette mixtapes with remains one of my best friends. Sooner or later one of us made the other a mix on CD-R. It was called ‘The End of Tapes?’ The answer, of course, was ‘no.’
