i would go through on and off periods of having a phone, and to survive high school i started burning cds. it was so special to come across them recently because i immediately went back in time. i don’t think Placebo is as poignant to me now as they were but music is so goddamn powerful in the way it seems to document moments in our lives. My cd player miraculously still works but most of the stickers have fallen off . I wanna start burning em again.
The ritual of toiling away at the computer for hours to get the perfect songs in the perfect order is unbelievably fulfilling :) thx for the post im inspired to reignite the fire under my old obsession
Apr 26, 2024
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i never stopped burning my favs onto cds which eans I have a material timeline of my musical tastes. its also just funs for friend to look thru my cds with homemade covers and pop a disc into my cd player. its a fun experience and im really grateful for my past and current self for keeping up with it.
Mar 13, 2025
whether it be for yourself or a loved one I think it serves as a nice little time capsule
Jan 26, 2024
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If you have the Right People in your life then they love music and they’ll appreciate this. I did this when I was a broke ass teen and friends/crushes alike loved it. one of my older sisters did it for my mom and she loved it. Still plays the cds in her car to this day.
Jan 24, 2024
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I fucking love it
IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN ILL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME
PAPA PAPARAZIIIIIII
May 5, 2024
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Like a dear friend . I miss how when I would smoke a cigarette it would settle into my hair , blanketing a preexisting layer of perfume. I love the way smoke seeps into the fabric of my car, my clothes, even into my skin. Smells like my parents, my grandparents. Our old house. Dads gold Lincoln towncar that we got shot at in. And last time I saw one of those, I was picking dad up from jail, and its license plate read TRULOVE.
Dec 14, 2024
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Loneliness prevails! I would much rather live purely in solitude for ever and ever than waste another precious second in the presence of someone who has little skin in the game of knowing me or seeing me. Hearing me! I wonder why you keep me around if all your hearts desire is to hear the sound of your own voice.
It makes no difference if it’s me or anyone for that matter.
For all you know or even care I am merely an ottoman for you to rest your feet on, or a coffee table meant simply to pedestal your various notebook scrawlings and half-read books. I am a file cabinet. I have it here, dated, what you Thought and what you felt about work, or about your friends. ask me, I have it all.
And I loved it. I loved knowing you. I wanted to. I investigated and interrogated. I poured over it all with great curiosity, praying for all my red threads to weave a tapestry of you.
but I can’t remember the last time you asked me something about myself. When the opportunity arises, and god forbid, I Take it, you can barely hold your breath. Its like a shark sensing blood. You just can’t wait to talk talk talk talk talk.
But hey, it’s your life, and baby, I’m just living in it.
Dec 10, 2024