"What is love? Great minds have been grappling with this question through the ages, and in the modern era, they have come up with many different answers. According to the Western philosophy Pat Benetar, love is a battlefield. Her paisan Frank Sinatra would ass the corollart that love is a tender trap. The stoner kids who spent the summer of 1978 looking cool on the hoods of their Trans Ams in the Pierce Elementary School parking lot used to scare us little kids by blasting the Sweet hit "Love Is Like Oxygen" - you get too much, you get too high, not enough and you're gonna die. Love hurts. Love stinks. Love bites, love bleeds, love is the drug. The troubadours of our times all agree: The want to know what love is, and the want you to show them.
But the answer is simple. Love is a mixtape."
An exerpt from "Love Is A Mixtape" by Rob Sheffield.
I just reluctantly finished the book and loved it. I thought this was an amazing ending and wanted to write it somewhere in case I pass the book on, or lose it, or forget what effect it ever had on me.
Is it weird that lately when I hear a song I try to place it on a mix tape?
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