Jul 27 2007
Music Mania - The Murder of an MP3 (and alliteration!)
I had an IPod shuffle. I bought it in 2005 - when it debuted. It died. Well, it didn’t really die as much as was murdered. Mr. Hot hated the IPod (he’s a Mac-hater, too.)
He surprised me with a new mp3 when I went to Amsterdam last summer (yes, for business. I would have liked to have said for the drugs…but I had to be all hotfessional and stuff. And I didn’t get to see the red-light district either). He bought me a Samsung - with a screen! and I can load pictures! I love it. I forget to lock it when I throw it in my purse sometimes, so the next time I turn it on? No power. Battery dead (but not murdered!). But I love it. (And, I have to admit, I’m not a slave to iTunes anymore).
Aaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyway. Where was I? Oh, yea. The Shuffle. Why, you may wonder, did I buy a Shuffle in the first place. The “Baby” IPod. Cheap. No screen. You had to memorize your 1/2 Mb playlist. Well, I used it when I ran. Yes, races and shit. (I discovered that knees can fucking hurt. bad.) And I read about how running with an mp3 with a harddrive was pure frustration because of lockups and skips and all kinds of whatnot. So, the Shuffle it was. It’s just a flash drive. Cool.
Then, when Mr. Hot got me the Samsung, I turned the shuffle over to Shortman. (Yes, a hand-me-down mp3, from his mother - mortifying, right?)
Unfortunately, it was soooo small, that one night, when Shortman piled his books on top of it, and Mr. Hot was looking for his good headphones, which were attached to the Shuffle; Mr. Hot, by pulling the headphones out of the shuffle (that, remember, was under a pile of textbooks), disemboweled the Shuffle. Yep. The innards - where the headphone jack plugs in? Became outtards.
And still attached to the headphones.
Today, as I was working on typing those mid-year reviews into the effed-up appraisal system, I started up iTunes and saw all of the music I had uploaded &/or purchased (aggggh - 99 cents each!). God help me if any of my co-workers saw some of the songs. But you, my friends? I’ll share my sad, sad, musical taste with you all.
- The 5th Dimension: Stoned Soul Picnic
- a-ha: Take On Me
- Adam Ant: Goody Two Shoes, Desperate but Not Serious, Strip
- Al B. Sure!: Nite and Day
- Aretha Franklin: Respect
- Astaire: L-L-Love
- B-52s: Love Shack
- The Bangles: Walk Like an Egyptian
- Big Brother & The Holding Company: Piece of My Heart
- Blur: Song 2
- Bonnie Raitt: Longing In Their Hearts
- Brothers Johnson: Strawberry Letter 23
- EMF: Unbelieveable
- Eric Clapton: Bell Bottom Blues
- Foo Fighters: Times Like These
- Friends of Distinction: Grazing In the Grass
- Gwen Stefani: Hollaback Girl
- INXS: Devil Inside
- Joe Cocker: Feeling Alright
- John Butler Trio: What You Want
- k.d. lang: Save Me
Are you all sick yet? Okay - here’s some more:
- Kathleen Edwards: Back to Me
- Linda Ronstadt: Someone to Lay Down Beside Me
- The Lovin’ Spoonful: Summer In the City
- Martha Reeves & The Vandellas: Dancing in the Street
- Melissa Etheridge: I Run For Life
- Natasha Bedingfield: These Words, Single, Unwritten, Drop Me In the Middle
- Nelly: Hot in Here
- OutKast: Hey Ya!
- R. Kelly: Ignition ((Remix))
- Sheryl Crow: All I Wanna Do, Everyday Is A Winding Road, Steve McQueen, There Goes The Neighborhood
- Smash Mouth: All Star
- Sugar Ray: Fly
- Trace Adkins: Hot Mama
Hey - that last one was my theme song!
And:
- ZZ Top: Legs
—- Okay, so maybe killing it was a good thing! —-
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I’m with you on the 5th Dimension, Adam Ant (whatever happened to him?), Aretha, B-52s, The Bangles, Bonnie, Brothers Johnson (whatever happened to them?), Eric, the Foos, INXS, k.d., Linda, Lovin’ Spoonful, Martha & The Vandellas, Melissa, Natasha, OutKast, Sheryl, and Smash Mouth.
Sugar Ray? Trace Adkins? Not so much.
The Pro and I gave Primo an iPod for his birthday and I loaded it with all of my favorites (because it’s all about me) and a few of his. Mellencamp, lots and lots of Springsteen, some Beatles, Tom Petty - all that rocker stuff that made me feel like a rocker chick. Which, um, I’m not, in case you were wondering.
But I do live in hope. One of these days, Bruce Springsteen WILL call me and ask me to join the E Street Band. I just know he will.
The worst thing about going to the so-called “genius bar” at the Apple Store isn’t the inconvenience, long waits, and condescension. It’s having the “geniuses” see what kind of music I listen to. I would never be brave enough to tell the internet.
But I think you get a free pass for music you listen to when you’re working out.
Thanks you guys for the comments. I wonder about my lame-ass posts sometimes !
Poppy - the Apple store on Michigan Avenue in Chicago scares me. I wandered in once….had flourescent light fright, and nearly ran out!