The Ancient Art of Buying CDs
Fanmail—my first "explicit" CD |
For instance, yesterday, I found the Dr. Dolittle soundtrack in my car—another movie I never actually watched, but love the soundtrack. As soon as the music began to play, I was back in my bedroom dancing around and singing at the top of my lungs. Then I recall the first time I ever called into a radio station to request a song ("Are you that Somebody" by Aaliyah) during the request hour. They never played the song, so my mom agreed to buy the CD.
With my CDs I see them, I hear them, and I remember specific events and even whole time periods of my life. I can identify when the CD came out based on whether they're edited or not, because the store actually checked if you were 17 or not. Conversely, I can't remember a thing about my iTunes and Google Play purchases. I thought about this riding in my car and felt immensely sad that one day, people probably won't know what CDs are—they'll be in the pile with Vinyl, Cassettes, Floppy Disk...
It makes me wonder what small joys existed 500 years ago that we've long forgotten?
Published on Thursday, November 14, 2013
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