| Having said
all which, good friends, we must of necessity admit to the advantages
of the mix CD, to wit: A. I can make one with my right hand while shooting skeet with my left, and I’m not even left-handed. B. I can program a preposterously long sequence of music onto one of these little bastards. C. I can move mp3s onto them with laughable ease, whereas the trouble I had to go to a few years back to move an mp3 onto a cassette was laughable in a much different, i.e. “isn’t it funny how sincerely I would prefer death to having to continue in this endeavor even a moment longer,” way. D-F. Radio has gone to the dogs, and it’s probably never coming back, and college radio DJs have completely forgotten how to back-announce, and even the ones that do back-announce play so much Phish that it’s enough to make you want to drop acid and leap from a fifteenth-story window, and some of us have a deep and abiding need not just to hear new music regularly but to really hear it, you know, to hear & engage with & respond to it, which you can’t do when one conglomerate owns all the radio stations and the college radio stations won’t tell you what you’re listening to unless it’s stuff you didn’t want to be listening to in the first place. Not that back-announcing ought to matter, and probably doesn’t to all you healthy people out there, but some of us don’t listen to music because we enjoy it: we listen to music because we want to buy really cool records, and then we’ll be ready to enjoy it. Wherefore there’s Audiogalaxy and its post-Napster peers, which assist hopeless cases like us on nights when the only records we feel like writing about won’t be released until mid-to-late-May and we’ve got other stuff we’re interested in that we don’t own yet because we’ve been trying to curb our record-buying habits just a little before things get truly out of hand. |
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