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There Are All Kinds Of Mix Tapes. There Is Always A Reason To Make One.

Our Amour Fou With 'the Sopranos' Is Headed For Long-term Parking, Like So Many Of Its Most Memorable Characters. We'll Never See A Show Like This Again.

Singing What's In Your Heart? Naming The Things You Love And Loathe? You Can Get Hurt That Way. Hell, You Will Get Hurt That Way. But You'll Get Hurt Trying To Hide Away In All That Silence And Leave Your Life Unsung. There's No Future Without Tears. Are You Really Setting Your Hopes On Not Getting Hurt At All? You Think That's An Option? You Clearly Aren't Listening To Enough Morrissey Songs.

One Of The Billions Of Things I Love About Beyonce: The Harder She Tries To Come On Crazy, The Less Crazy She Sounds.

But The Rhythm Of The Mix Tape Is The Rhythm Of Romance, The Analog Hum Of A Physical Connection Between Two Sloppy, Human Bodies.