Fanmail -- my first "explicit" CD |
For instance, yesterday, I found the Doctor 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--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?