Preferable MixTape 12: Ahhh... Tijuana Brass

April 1998. Chad, Drew, Nate and I went on a trip to Ohio. Chad and I were to drop Nate and Drew off at Drew's parents before taking off to San Francisco and Olympia. We partied out at Drew's brother Trevor's house, slammed mountain dew at his son's birthday party, flew kites, shot hoops, ate Ohio style pizza, and passed out watching nick at night. Admiring Trevor's wall of cheesy thrift-store LP's I confessed my love for Herb Alpert and just as Chad and I were saying goodbye to those knuckleheads, Trevor ran back inside his house and came out with 10 records, all Herb. They were thrift store duplicates - just waiting to be "passed along." Damn.

Cut to half a year later, I'd moved to Oceanside trying to figure out what the hell I was doing and decided to compile all the good tracks I'd been jamming out at the Wilmont providing a thin layer of Tijuana Brass above Luke and Lisa's summer but probably souring by own personal Herb [my roomate at 3C]. Plus - if you squinted - it put me back at the Wilmont - the party zone - and gave comfort to the days that were starting to fill with ambiguity and loneliness. I needed a master Herb Alpert tape.

I went over to my Grandma's and hooked her record player up to a janky, bone-white, drug store tape deck/amplifier/speaker combo and worked into the wee hours of the morning compiling the f outta that tape. Watched the record button clack off, hopped in her minivan, and took the tape out for a christening in the thin blue predawn rolling along Oceanside Blvd. down the Coast Highway to Cardiff and VGs Donuts.

So here you go. Find your own piece of summer. And enjoy the time we have left.

Available HERE

Thanks, Trevor!