So, my new MP3 is a sweet little red number with all kinds of awesome features. My old player was pretty basic —1GB of music and an FM receiver. The user interface was clearly designed by someone who hasn’t actually ever tried to use the thing at the gym. Trying to read the screen while bouncing along on the elliptical trainer, or trying to adjust the settings? Fuggeddaboutit!!
So tonight, I’ve been completely recharging myself. Did I mention that the purchase price (more than 25% cheaper than the iPod Nano!) includes a free thirty day subscription to Rhapsody? With unlimited downloads?? Sigh…if there’s anything almost as good as sex and expensive dark chocolate this is it. Unlimited downloads, people! I’ve already downloaded twenty-five albums (what does one call them when they are in this format, anyway?)! According to my computer, that’s 1.4 days of nonstop music. Wahooooooo!
Some of those downloads have replaced old favorites which were long ago stolen —while Nik was still in the NICU —by some moron who thought a ’92 Saturn, four-door with a manual transmission, was a good deal. Poetic justice prevailed…the car broke down somewhere outside Richmond, CA in the middle of the night and the culprit was left stranded; it saved us the trouble of trying to unload the car some other way! Unfortunately, insurance didn’t cover the more than thirty CD’s which were stolen from my clunker. Everything ranging from Sinatra to Evanescence, Streisand to Bad Company, some Broadway cast recordings, and my favorite Branford Marsalis CD. I’ve been putting off replacing them because of the cost.
Can you say “Jackpot!”? Yep, heaven.
Now, lest you think me a complete tightwad (well, okay, I am in many areas), this isn’t just about getting tons of music for free. As I’ve been downloading and formatting my playlists, I have felt myself coming back to life. I mean that in a literal, visceral sense. I feel more peaceful and energized, more centered and able to cope than I have in a very, very long time.
Since we moved from California in 2005, I don’t have my own office space; I didn’t even bother to unpack the stereo and all my CD’s until recently. Niksdad and I don’t necessarily have compatible listening habits and Nik has, until recently, been really iffy about music that’s not kid friendly. What I didn’t realize until tonight is that simply doing without was slowly cutting off my creative charge.
So, as Nik sleeps not-so-peacefully down the hall and Niksdad is at work, I have been jamming in my seat to techno, country, singing with opera…you name it. Unabashedly, unrepentantly loud —and feeling alive like I haven’t been in nearly two years.
God bless technology.