Remember when you used to call radio stations to request a song and then sit and wait with twitchy fingers over the record and play buttons on your boombox so that you could make a totally awesome mix tape for your best friend, but you hesitated for a just a second too long so you missed the first two beats of the song, or the dumb DJ decided to talk over the intro to the song, rambling about how they knew some esoteric bit of information about someone who used to be in the band whose song you had been waiting for, but wasn't in the band anymore, instead of talking about how you had requested the song for your friend which would have been totally cool to include in your super-awesome mix tape?
Oh, you don't? Were you born in the 90s? Then shuddup and let those of us who are totally not old, but you are making feel totally old, you damn young whippersnappers who've always had the internet and a cellphone since you were twelve, reminisce. Thanks.
I am one of the few people that still has the ability to play a cassette tape, and not because I bought a tape player ironically from Urban Outfitters. I've driven the same car since I was sixteen and it still has a tape deck. However, most of the tapes I play were produced back when Paula Abdul was still a chart topping recording artist. Yet, I still have That Friend who makes awesome mixes, even if now they are on CD's instead of cassettes and she can just pop on the internet instead of having to talk to douchey DJs.
Renee is the friend that you turn to when you are having a party and want to make sure butts are shaking the whole night. A lot of the time, you don't even have to ask, she'll just show up with a couple of CD's full of a few hours of party-jams of the new, classic and where-the-hell-did-you-find-this-amazingness variety.
Most recently she made a super-awesome mix for our friend's birthday party. And since I'm not one to be proactive about my music collection, I asked her for copy, mostly because of this song which I cannot help but shake (and pop) my butt to. It turns out the video is just as awesome and homemade as Renee's mix-CD's. These video vixens come in all shapes, sizes and genders, are fully clothed and are probably all best-friends who probably make mix-CD's for each other. I want one made by the guy in the hat:
Now, didn't that make your Monday better?