Dirty Text Messaging and the Miracle of mp3 Players
I just got a text message.
"I yearn for your hard drive."
Just an announcement--I'm a girl. I don't have a hard drive for you to yearn for.
Ok fine, the writer didn't really mean it that way. I assume this message is in reference to the external drive that has 90 Gig of mp3s on it.
But I do sooooo love text messaging. Having the people that I talk to the most virtually there with me all the time, carrying on extended but interrupt-able conversations. Sending quick messages. Being able to talk to them but not having to be on the phone while on the bus or in line at the post office. Brilliant.
BUT...although text messaging is a fabulous invention, if you asked me to prioritize my luxury electronics, the iPod would come in first. Mp3 players are a miracle in my eyes. They're light and portable; I can hold enough music on my 40G pod to play continuously for weeks without repeating a song. I don't have to choose a limited number of CDs to take with me before I leave the house. I can sort according to musician, album, genre. I can make up genres. And then there's the play list.
Remember the days of having to make mix tapes? The messiness of double tape decks and dubbing? And having to listen to entire songs when copying them? Gone!
I love digital music.
I can listen to the end of a song and then the beginning of another with just a few mouse-clicks, to decide whether I would actually put them back-to-back on a CD. I can make play lists for every mood, sort them according to who they remind me of, or how old I was when I was obsessively listening to them. I can make lists for my friends, to set moods for particular parties, as house music before a given production. The other night, I made a playlist in honor of CBGB's lease expiring. Of course, that also had something to do with the Ramones compilation that I picked up at the ten dollar sale in Virgin last week.
And even with all these options, it still somehow led me to listening to the Violent Femmes' "American Music" a whole bunch of times in a row. I swear, I could listen to that drumroll right before "I want you to hold me" ad infinitum.
Well, anyway...endless possibilities.
Let me know if any others of you are "yearning for my hard drive" and we'll see what can be done.
"I yearn for your hard drive."
Just an announcement--I'm a girl. I don't have a hard drive for you to yearn for.
Ok fine, the writer didn't really mean it that way. I assume this message is in reference to the external drive that has 90 Gig of mp3s on it.
But I do sooooo love text messaging. Having the people that I talk to the most virtually there with me all the time, carrying on extended but interrupt-able conversations. Sending quick messages. Being able to talk to them but not having to be on the phone while on the bus or in line at the post office. Brilliant.
BUT...although text messaging is a fabulous invention, if you asked me to prioritize my luxury electronics, the iPod would come in first. Mp3 players are a miracle in my eyes. They're light and portable; I can hold enough music on my 40G pod to play continuously for weeks without repeating a song. I don't have to choose a limited number of CDs to take with me before I leave the house. I can sort according to musician, album, genre. I can make up genres. And then there's the play list.
Remember the days of having to make mix tapes? The messiness of double tape decks and dubbing? And having to listen to entire songs when copying them? Gone!
I love digital music.
I can listen to the end of a song and then the beginning of another with just a few mouse-clicks, to decide whether I would actually put them back-to-back on a CD. I can make play lists for every mood, sort them according to who they remind me of, or how old I was when I was obsessively listening to them. I can make lists for my friends, to set moods for particular parties, as house music before a given production. The other night, I made a playlist in honor of CBGB's lease expiring. Of course, that also had something to do with the Ramones compilation that I picked up at the ten dollar sale in Virgin last week.
And even with all these options, it still somehow led me to listening to the Violent Femmes' "American Music" a whole bunch of times in a row. I swear, I could listen to that drumroll right before "I want you to hold me" ad infinitum.
Well, anyway...endless possibilities.
Let me know if any others of you are "yearning for my hard drive" and we'll see what can be done.
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