This girl that I work with asked me to make a mix CD for the aerobics class that she teaches. I guess she "trusts my taste in music" or something. I think she has no idea what is about to hit her. If she ends up using this CD, I think it will be the best aerobics class ever. Fuck, I break into aerobics INVOLUNTARILY whenever these songs come on, so I can't even imagine what people who are motivated to work out will do.

It's kind of a difficult CD to make; usually I start mix CDs with an impression of the person's life and their tastes, and my emotions toward the recipient tend to manifest themselves in the track list. My primary motivation with this CD is to keep the BPM around 125 and the rhythm danceable. I have to resist the temptation to play my usual "rock 'em out, then bring 'em down" gimic, because that will result in a premature cool down and possible muscle cramps. I must avoid the really edgy stuff so that they don't get offended and leave, yet I've got to vary the tone of the music enough so that the narrative quality of the mix has a chance to develop. By the end, the paricipant will be physically and emotionally exhausted, but will be asking for a copy of the CD.

MC Lanky Slim, in the house.