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“A good compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do. You've got to kick off with a corker, to hold the attention (I started with 'Got To Get You Off My Mind', but then realised that she might not get any further than track one, side one if I delivered what she wanted straight away, so I buried it in the middle of side two), and then you've got to up it a notch, and you can't have white music and black music together, unless the white music sounds like black music, and you can't have two tracks by the same artist side by side, unless you've done the whole thing in pairs, and ... oh there are loads of rules.”

Quote by Nick Hornby

Book:High Fidelity
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High Fidelity

In this acclaimed novel, the protagonist, a record store owner, navigates the intricacies of love and friendship while reflecting on the power of music. The story delves into the lives of the characters, their personal struggles, and the impact of music on their relationships, offering a poignant and humorous look at the human condition. more

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Nick Hornby
Nick Hornby

Nick Hornby is a renowned British novelist celebrated for his witty and insightful storytelling. Born on April 17, 1957, his works delve into the intricacies of modern life and human relationships. Known for his distinctive writing style, Hornby has captured the hearts of readers worldwide with his engaging narratives. more

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