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I gradually began making more requests to Peyman for mixed tapes and also acquired others from friends at school, mainly Sarraf. One particular tape that I got my hands on and ended up being one of my favorites was the soundtrack to the movie Breakin’ which had somehow come into Ardi’s possession.


The first time we listened to it, Ardi, Peyman and I all thought it was an extremely stupid concept. “It sounds like someone decided to record every song, good or bad, played in the movie,” Peyman commented. I agreed with him about the absurdity of the process while also similarly being oblivious to the concept of a movie soundtrack, but at the same time I actually enjoyed the selection of songs. Part of the reason was that Peyman had previously made a tape of five of these songs where he manually recorded them off of the movie. In our version you could even hear the characters talking at times, the most distinct one being Turbo saying “Man now I know we’re in trouble!” right before Ain’t Nobody began playing. In addition it included There’s No Stopping Us, 99 ½, Street People and the song that ended the movie before the credits rolled. 

Besides the songs that I had already borrowed and copied from Irene, in this soundtrack other songs that I played on heavy rotation were Freakshow on the Dance Floor, Body Work, Heart of the Beat and Reckless. The album was spread out over a 60-minute cassette which meant some songs were repeated as many as three times. There was one particular song, Showdown, which we joked that served as a spell as whenever it was played almost on cue Atosa would appear in her balcony. With me seeing Ardi many times a week in English class I constantly borrowed the tape from him to the point where he simply stopped asking for it back.

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