My brother gave me my iPod for Christmas one year. I had asked for a book, so I was a bit surprised to be given a parcel the size of a pack of cards but it was a lovely (and generous) surprise. My iPod is getting on a bit now, but it still works perfectly. I am never without it.
My musical tastes reveal my essential schizophrenia in a way that my wardrobe or bookshelves never could. Multiple personality disorder as evidenced by playlists. But as it's mine all mine I don't really care how mental they all are. I love them.
There is a part of me that misses sitting with my boombox on my knee waiting to hit record when a particular song was played. Ah, the good old days.
When this iPod dies (as everything dies, in the end) it will not be replaced. I'll transfer the files to my iPhone, which will become a onestopshop for all my diversions. And my world will shine a little less brightly. For such is the price of progress.
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you are such a modern technocrat.
ReplyDeletei don't know the last time i listened to my ipod. at the godchild's recent 'dance-off' at nursery the firm favourite was 'reach for the stars' by s club seven/ god bless under fives and music marketing people. matt was devastated. agadoo came a close second.
NB in an unusual turn of events i have two new albums to share - nicola roberts (bless the hubster he bought in at charidee for me) and a new release on matt's label from half cousin...
and in other news - living with the luddite as i do we have actual tape players and boom boxes. t loves a tape. come over and go back to the 80s.