Music Monday Mixtape: Turkey Drop Edition

26 Nov

“Take Care of Yourself” – a projection of a breakup email received by artist Sophie Calle

It’s been four months since I started graduate school and I’m still adjusting. Not only is the life of a grad student quite different from my several years in the 9-5 cubicle life (how I miss those paychecks!), but differences between an undergraduate education at a public behemoth like UCLA and the experience of a grad student at an Ivy League deserves a blog of its own.

One thing that hasn’t changed from my transition from undergrad on the West Coast to grad school on the East Coast is the Turkey Drop. If you’ve never experienced the time-honored tradition of the Turkey Drop, it is when someone in a relationship starts school, and after months of struggling with the distance, the relationship ends when the couple reunites for the first time around Thanksgiving. I remember being trained as a Resident Assistant at UCLA on how to deal with an influx of breakups among my residents.

Sadly, several of my beautiful and brilliant friends went home this past weekend fearing that they would fall victim to this phenomenon. Knowing that words can only do so much, I decided to make a mixtape. Before I joined the indie masses scouring Pitchfork for music news (and to a lesser extent Paste), I wasted countless hours of my youth on whose mantra is “Music Mends Broken Hearts.” With that universal truth in mind, here are 30 songs to help you on the road to recovery.

Download the mixtape here

The above image is by French artist Sophie Calle who received an unexpected breakup email from her lover. She didn’t know how to respond to the letter, so instead she gave the letter to 107 woman of different professions and asked them to interpret it in their own way. It resulted in a dancer interpreting the letter through dance, a teacher correcting the letter’s spelling, and a secret service analyst encoded the letter, etc…

In Sophie’s in words, “I received an email telling me it was over. I didn’t know how to respond. It was almost as if it hadn’t been meant for me. It ended with the words, ‘take care of yourself’. And so I did. I asked 107 women, chosen for their profession or skills, to interpret this letter. To analyze it, comment on it, dance it, sing it. Exhaust it. Understand it for me. Answer for me.  It was a way of taking the time to break up. A way of taking care of myself.”

To my friends near and far who are experiencing heartbreak, please take care of yourself and remember that I’m always there for a hug or a stiff drink.

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