| There are no fewer than fifteen unopened
CDs cluttering the top shelf of the bookcase atop which our CD player
sits, and I’m aching to hear some of them, but I can’t,
because for the first time in a long time I’ve got an album that’s
mercilessly pushing everything else out of the way. While similar
Darwinian struggles have always taken place on and around stereos,
the ascendance of the compact disc has ritualized matters. While we
here at Last Plane to Jakarta are loathe to concede any advantages
to CDs over LPs, we must nevertheless celebrate anything that results
in cool little music-related rituals. Our own term for the ritual
occupying our thoughts this week is Changer Life. |
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