My dear friend, Paul Zaiser, was a master of the mixtape. Miriam and I must have close to a hundred cassette tapes curated by Paul. It is a testament to his skill that we have held on to them all throughout the Compact Disc and MP3 eras. In the years before his untimely death, Paul became intimately involved in his family’s service project among schoolchildren in a poor village in the Philippines. This good work effectively ended our steady stream of tapes. While I sent him CDs of my music, Paul never gave us any compilation in digital media.
Paul’s tapes were mixed to work well with conversation among friends, and they have graced many a party or informal gathering. Ideally Paul himself would be in our presence during our first encounter with the contents. I liked to listen “blind,” without referring to Paul’s meticulously-penciled list of titles and artists on narrow-ruled school paper, torn just right to fit in the cassette shell. That way, I could make (frequently wrong) guesses about who the artists were, and ask follow-up questions at the feet of the Master. How I miss those days! How I miss Paul Zaiser!