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Working at Saatchi & Saatchi in London must truly suck. Imagine you are in one of those "idea" meetings trying hard as hell to pitch Doc Martens, which practically sell themselves among the music industry and disaffected youth culture all over the world. But the problem you're having is that your ideas are lame, you got the job at Saatchi because your Dad knows a guy from college who now runs the department. He owes your Dad a huge favor after that time he scored blow just before finals were due his senior year.
So you get this cool job and your first assignment deals with Docs, which you never even owned at any point in your life. You were always more of a K-Swiss kind of guy anyway. You're about to get called on at the meeting, its GO TIME:
"Hey guys, I got it! Let's take some images of a few dead rock stars and throw some Docs on them. How extreme is that bro? Then they'll be like sitting on top of clouds looking tough and durable, just like a Doc Marten boot. Is that kick-ass or what?"
High-five.
The times have changed my friends. No more mixtapes or even mix-cds these days, everything is heresay and word-of-mouth. Whether it stems from a lack of time, or just plain laziness, it has become difficult to burn a solid batch of tunes for someone wanting to discover some new music.
Mixtapes used to be like a resume for someone you were interested in dating. Nowadays it's nearly impossible to talk to anyone and get a solid opinion about what kind of music they love, like or even despise. People are so uncertain about certainty. These little "mixtapes" contain 10 songs that I can't seem to stop playing. The first installment goes a little something like this: