It's 1964 and that means only one thing. We've got a really big post for you tonight.

This mixtape may not be pretty and it's loaded with sexual frustrations, but at least it sounds amazing.

This post, run by a buzzing 125cc engine, is about to prove, once and for all, that scooters are cool. Rock & Roll cool.

We've been working on a logorithm on our office chalkboard all week and we've finally determined the formula for a good band logo. Read on.

A year of undeniable classics mixed with some stuff that shouldn't be here, but is. It's confusing coming of age.

Well, it's 1969, okay. All across the USA. Another year for me and you. Another year with nothin' to do. Except make a mixtape, that is.

We were young. That's our excuse. What's yours?

So you thought you were better at wasting time than the Pickled Priest, eh? Think again.

Mixtape General's Warning: Making a 26-song mixtape from 1978 could be hazardous to your health. Proceed with caution.

Nancy Sinatra and a bunch of other songs not by Nancy Sinatra included within.