It's impossible to count the number of afternoons I spent in
my room when I was younger, lying on the floor in front of my stereo with tapes
and CDs strewn around me, composing what I swore every time was going to be the
perfect mixtape. The first few were rough -- songs taped off the radio caught
DJs mid-sentence, the transitions between tracks popped where I'd pressed stop
and then record again, the last song on a side got cut off where I'd
overestimated how much time was left. I like to think I got better at it over
the years.

(On the beach in Westport, MA)
I distinctly remember thinking in early high school that it would be SO COOL if
someone invented a thing that let you make your own CDs instead of tapes.
Really, what a novel idea. I still have the first CD mix I ever made, composed
in the attic computer room of my friend Al's house when we were probably 16. I
believe it's called something incredibly lame like "Yummy Tunes" and
has a picture of cherries on the cover and a chocolate covered strawberry on
the inside. While my musical tastes might have been a little misguided at that
age, that CD actually resonates quite a bit for me even now -- it was probably
the first time I consciously linked food and music.
The trouble with writing a blog on a single subject is that it doesn't always
allow a person to speak to her other interests. This is hard for me, since
right up there next to food in the list of Things That Mean A Whole Lot To
Lauren is music. The two actually fit nicely together in my non-digital life --
I hardly ever cook without a soundtrack -- but figuring out how to join the two
here has been a little tricky.
So today begins an experiment. You could call it my new mixtape project, I
guess, and it's based on the intersection of my two most pronounced forms of
consumption. Not all these songs have to do with food per se, but I'll try my
best to explain what is going on in my head when I share what I do. (Just be
forewarned that, a lot of times, there is no explanation for what goes
on in my head.)
If it can be considered as such, the honor of the first song posted here at
Fauren goes to Elvis
Perkins, who I had the incredible pleasure of seeing (in the form of Elvis
Perkins in Dearland) live in Prospect Park this past Friday evening. I couldn't
possibly do their set justice in words, but suffice it to say that it moved me
to make music a part of this blog.
Happy listening. Happy cooking.
Elvis Perkins - While You Were Sleeping (buy)