And so it came to pass, in two-aught and eighteen, that I made my very last mix CD. I used to make these mixes and hand them out on CD-R (complete with miniature record sleeves to house them in) to anyone who'd take one. I'd even leave them in freebie bins at record stores--the last town in the world where this sort practice would still be conceivable.
Then one day I handed someone one of my mixes and they looked at it quizzically, like I just handed them a rotary phone or a typewriter, "I don't even own a CD player anymore." This is how we humans now mark our time on this planet: reminiscing on the outdated and perceived-as-obsolete technologies that dictate our lives.
Beyond its alliterative nature, the title of this compilation translates in to "fine finish," which, after decades of making mixtapes and CD's, this was. The inner sleeve housed cut-out cassette tape J-card cover while the collage on the front is culled a French magazine. This mix tops-out at 120 minutes exactly.
