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Love Is a Mix Tape: Life and Loss, One Song at a Time
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I really wanted to like this book, despite my mild dislike for Sheffield's writing in Rolling Stone magazine. While the story is heartbreaking -- he becomes a widower earlier than anyone should be allowed to -- I was expecting much more insight than what's provided in this slim tome (I read it in one sitting.)
The story boils down to this -- music nerd from Boston meets awesome Appalachian girl who is everything he isn't. You know where the story is heading after he is instantly smitten when she is the only other person in a University of Virginia bar to recognize that Big Star's second album is playing.
They make a connection and later, much to his surprise, they fall in love and get married. After his wife is tragically taken away from him he spends the final half of the book telling the reader over and over to the point of irritation how awesome his wife was.
While each chapter begins with a playlist of a mix tape he or his wife had made, Sheffield doesn't write enough about the songs on the tapes. Why did he select certain songs over others? What makes a good tape. For a man who made tapes for such mundane chores as washing the dishes and walking the dogs, it's a cop-out not to write about the music itself. Of course, that may not be a bad thing. You would think that someone who writes for Rolling Stone would have high standards for determining what makes a good song. Not Sheffield. To him, all music is great, from the Replacements to Journey to the J. Geils Band. Makes you wonder how he wound up writing for a national magazine. Unfortunately we never learn because Sheffield is too busy telling how awesome his wife was. I wanted at least some idea of how he climbed out of his grief to become a columnist for one of the most storied music magazines in the country.
Sheffield likes to liberally sprinkle his writing with pop culture references as a way to show cool and ironic he is, and this book is no exception. While sometimes the references make you smile, most of the time they come off like the junior high social outcast who tries to show how hip he is by making jokes about the Dukes of Hazzard or Star Trek.
The story boils down to this -- music nerd from Boston meets awesome Appalachian girl who is everything he isn't. You know where the story is heading after he is instantly smitten when she is the only other person in a University of Virginia bar to recognize that Big Star's second album is playing.
They make a connection and later, much to his surprise, they fall in love and get married. After his wife is tragically taken away from him he spends the final half of the book telling the reader over and over to the point of irritation how awesome his wife was.
While each chapter begins with a playlist of a mix tape he or his wife had made, Sheffield doesn't write enough about the songs on the tapes. Why did he select certain songs over others? What makes a good tape. For a man who made tapes for such mundane chores as washing the dishes and walking the dogs, it's a cop-out not to write about the music itself. Of course, that may not be a bad thing. You would think that someone who writes for Rolling Stone would have high standards for determining what makes a good song. Not Sheffield. To him, all music is great, from the Replacements to Journey to the J. Geils Band. Makes you wonder how he wound up writing for a national magazine. Unfortunately we never learn because Sheffield is too busy telling how awesome his wife was. I wanted at least some idea of how he climbed out of his grief to become a columnist for one of the most storied music magazines in the country.
Sheffield likes to liberally sprinkle his writing with pop culture references as a way to show cool and ironic he is, and this book is no exception. While sometimes the references make you smile, most of the time they come off like the junior high social outcast who tries to show how hip he is by making jokes about the Dukes of Hazzard or Star Trek.
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Andrea,
Thanks for the nice comments. It's the first time I have every received any sort of reaction from a blog post of any kind.
I am sorry about your loss. I know I would be at sea for years if I suddenly found myself single again. (I come from a family that has never handled death well, even when we can see it coming for months or, in some cases, years.)
Having survived two pulmonary embolisms myself -- long story involving two ankle surgeries and a particularly nasty blood clot -- I know what they can do. Obviously Sheffield's wife wasn't svelte, but I wanted to know more about her physically.
Maybe that's what irritated me so much -- you never really got to compile a complete character in your mind. She was awesome -- we got it. But what else made her awesome than her love of Big Star and driving fast on country roads? What did she smell like? How did her hair feel? Was she someone you could lay on the couch with for hours without speaking, content to feel her body meld with yours?
Sorry to go on a rant, but he should have known better. Maybe I'm just becoming a grumpy old man. Next I will be standing in the yard in my bathrobe screaming at the neighbor kids to keep their balls out of my yard.
Thanks for the nice comments. It's the first time I have every received any sort of reaction from a blog post of any kind.
I am sorry about your loss. I know I would be at sea for years if I suddenly found myself single again. (I come from a family that has never handled death well, even when we can see it coming for months or, in some cases, years.)
Having survived two pulmonary embolisms myself -- long story involving two ankle surgeries and a particularly nasty blood clot -- I know what they can do. Obviously Sheffield's wife wasn't svelte, but I wanted to know more about her physically.
Maybe that's what irritated me so much -- you never really got to compile a complete character in your mind. She was awesome -- we got it. But what else made her awesome than her love of Big Star and driving fast on country roads? What did she smell like? How did her hair feel? Was she someone you could lay on the couch with for hours without speaking, content to feel her body meld with yours?
Sorry to go on a rant, but he should have known better. Maybe I'm just becoming a grumpy old man. Next I will be standing in the yard in my bathrobe screaming at the neighbor kids to keep their balls out of my yard.
Anyway, you said it well. Thanks for describing my reaction so well.