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Oct 4, 201309:42 AM
Joie d'Eve

Living, loving, laughing, and learning in the new New Orleans

Creating the Perfect New Orleans Mix Tape

I still remember the first mix tape I ever got. It was December 1992, I was in seventh grade, and I was in serious puppy love with a blond-haired soccer player in my homeroom. Over Christmas break, he looked up my number in the school directory and called me to ask if I wanted to meet him at Brocato’s. I combed my hair, pulled a hot pink puffy sweater on over a salmon-colored turtleneck, tight-rolled my jeans, tied my Keds, and set off down Bienville Street, excited and terrified.

I got there a few minutes before him and ordered a hot chocolate, which I was unable to drink because I had recently decided that consuming food or drink in front of boys was too embarrassing to even be contemplated. When he showed up, he sat down next to me and wordlessly, not even looking at me, shoved two festively wrapped packages in my direction.

I was shocked.

“Should I open them now, or wait till Christmas?” I managed, followed immediately by, “I don’t have anything for you, sorry. I didn’t know we were doing presents.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “I don’t care about presents. Open the small one now and the other one later.”

The small package contained a pair of beaded earrings that he had made himself, using skills acquired at church camp, and I immediately took out my signature earrings (a pencil in one ear and notebook in the other) and put his in. “Thanks,” I whispered, touched beyond words.

“I’m glad you like them,” he said. “Whew. I’m not nervous anymore. I’m going to have an éclair.”

And he ordered a huge éclair and shamelessly got chocolate on his face while I sat there staring awkwardly at my rapidly cooling cocoa. It was not the first time I’ve wished I were male instead of female.

When I got home, after parting from Ben with a clumsy but affectionate hug, I unwrapped the second gift and was delighted to find a homemade tape. It was a milestone, a rite of passage, and I knew it. I curled up on my bed, popped it into my Walkman and spent a very giddy 90 minutes listening to everything from Bad English’s “When I See You Smile” to Whitney Houston’s “I Will Always Love You” with a lot of other late ‘80s/early ‘90s slow jams in between.

I got a lot of mix tapes in high school – some were romantic, like the ones my high school sweetheart made me for our “month-iversaries”; some were tokens of friendship, like the Tori Amos/Alanis Morisette tape my best friend made me sophomore year; and some were just inexplicable, like the Les Mis soundtrack, complete with hand-illustrated cover, given to me by the weird but well-meaning guy two lockers down. I still have a lot of these tapes, and they are amazing time capsules, even if the music isn’t necessarily contemporary. (The songs on the tapes my boyfriend made me were by Elton John, Simon & Garfunkel, James Taylor and Billy Joel – but they take me right back to 1997.)

In college, I had a friend who made me mix tapes for every birthday, always including a song with the name Ruby in it because he knew that was the name I had picked out for my future daughter.

And my husband made me a lot of mix CDs during our courtship; I still smile fondly when I hear those songs, particularly the Avett Brothers’ “January Wedding,” which we later danced to at our own January wedding in 2012.

But the ultimate master of the mix tape is my dad. Over the years, he has made dozens of tapes for me (I wrote about one of these tapes more than a decade ago in my college newspaper). My favorite tape he ever made me arrived in the middle of a bleak Missouri February, when I really thought that I might die if spring didn’t hurry up and come. “Guess you’re missing Mardi Gras, kiddo,” he wrote. “Hope this helps.”

Full of classic New Orleans songs – not the obvious “Carnival Time” or “Mardi Gras Mambo,” but plenty of Professor Longhair, Marcia Ball and Dr. John – the tape was exactly the tonic I needed to get out of my mopey mood. I put it on, turned it up, made red beans and invited everyone I could think of to come over. It reminded me that I could keep New Orleans with me, even when it was 17 degrees outside.

I have a friend now who just had her first child and is suddenly feeling especially homesick for New Orleans, and remembering how affected I was by my dad’s kindness, I’d like to make her a mix tape (although I will put it on a CD). A few are obvious: “Iko Iko,” “Dixie Flyer” and of course “New Orleans Ladies.” But despite my father’s talents in this department, I really have very limited musical taste, and so I would love to get your suggestions here for the perfect New Orleans playlist.

Go!

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Joie d'Eve

Living, loving, laughing, and learning in the new New Orleans

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Eve is further proof, if any is needed, that New Orleans girls can never escape the city. After living here since the age of 3 and graduating from Ben Franklin High School, Eve moved to Columbia, Mo., where she received bachelor’s and master’s degrees from the Missouri School of Journalism and became truly, unhealthily obsessed with grammar.

She had originally intended to strike out to New York City and work in the cutthroat magazine industry there, but after Katrina, Eve felt a strong pull to return home, to her roots, her family, her waterlogged and struggling city – and a much more forgiving work atmosphere that would allow her to skip a routine of everyday makeup and size 0 designer label business suits and enjoy the occasional cocktail or three with an absurdly fattening lunch. She moved back home in January 2008 and lives in Mid-City with her two daughters, Ruby and Georgia; her stepson, Elliot; and her husband, Robert Peyton.

Eve blogs about the joys and struggles of living in post-Katrina New Orleans, the unique problems and delights of raising a child in such a diverse and challenging city – including her experiences with the public education system – and her always entertaining and extremely colorful family.

Eve has won numerous writing awards, including the Pirates Alley Faulkner Society Gold Medal, the Society of Professional Journalists Mark of Excellence award for column-writing and Press Club of New Orleans awards for her Editor’s Note in New Orleans Homes & Lifestyles and for this blog, most recently winning the award for "Best Feature Affiliated Blog."

She welcomes comments, advice, empty flattery, recipes, drink invitations and – most especially – grammatical or linguistic debates.

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