She says, “Wow, this guy had such great taste in music. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more eclectic group or more refined playlists. His iPod should be kept for the nation and installed in a museum so that everyone can enjoy the true beauty’s song selections.”
Then her boss said, “Why don’t you put headphones in his ears, those famous white razors that circle the world at the dawn of the century, and spin the wheel of the iPod—one of mankind’s greatest inventions next to the actual wheel?”
The paramedic presses the little “play” arrow and I start coming back to life. The next few days are hazy with chatbots popping up, publishers fighting for book rights for this ‘miracle’ and Netflix throwing a big little series in my face, before Apple proclaims: ‘We’re sorry, we got it all wrong here. The iPod won’t be discontinued after all’ something … “
Well, this is not likely to happen. And dark rockers, hip-hop musicians, progers, punks, delicate singers and songwriters, jazz, folklore, French dance acts, and not to mention the Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah, all of whom contributed to a particular 21,538 collected in the small group. Tardis from the tunes I carried with me everywhere, you won’t quarrel about the song that “saved me.” But, I still grieve.
Sounding about the iPod generation
Perhaps still in exaggeration, the news that the iPod has stopped production reminds me of the moment when it became clear that there would be no more moon missions.
When the iPod arrived in 2001, the infinite possibilities of the solar system were suddenly matched by the ability to fit an entire albums collection into a 10cm x 6cm device.
Steve Jobs, an Apple expert, commented, “To build the case, we’ve pushed the outer limits of what can be done with metal.” Well, no further than those limits were pushed in building the Apollo rockets, Steve. And the iPod, in its form, feels like the first freely available gadget to us in the space age, outperforming the jetpacks and food-on-tablets that haven’t arrived yet, without stress.
Now, no one takes my iPod away from me; It is not necessary to surrender like a rifle in the pardon of the Wild West. I will still be able to listen to my music through her great works, but only for so long.
One day it will fail and this is already worrying me. I doubled down on protective socks and might soon have to stop taking them out of the house, lest I fall victim to street pickpockets stealing iPods to order bored folks from Mumford & Sons, a young conservative focus group idea of what a band should look like .
or U2. Remember when an album that was just released on iPods came out without a request? Apple can strike any deals it wants with any domains, but this was an interference. me Compilation of soundtracks for for me Life Thank you very much.
Not taking your iPod out of the house will, of course, negate some of its goals. Remember when, in order to listen to music on vacation, your bag was saddled with CDs, a portable player and little speakers? What a leap the iPod has made out there.
and from the rear: eight-track cartridges; Cassette recordings from Top Twenty, the microphone jammed into the radio; And a giant hi-fi my dad built for himself out of chipboard, a box for each of the five components, running roughly the length of the sitting room wall.
The first iPods were white, in keeping with many science fiction visions of the future. Most recently they were black, like Mickey Rourke’s sex toy from 9½ weeks ago. A silver mine, solid enough to stop a killer’s bullet, which is the subject of another nightmare being endured at the moment, and it will be the next thing I have to save from a fire after family and dog.
I probably should have hated the iPod because of how it broke up traditional LP, which allowed for single tracks to be purchased, but I grew up dealing with concept albums, so it blew me away if I was going to commit such a profane act.
I probably like my iPod a lot; My wife will say this. “What are you doing?” You will ask. “Nothing dear, just correcting the misspellings of the song titles from Apple.” The next night: “What are you going to do now?” “Nothing dear, just downloading the cover photo, just some sleeves wrong so I’m trying to find the ‘undownload’ button…” “You’re a musician arrogant, you know.” “And your point is…?”
Is it a boy thing, so obsessed with music? Is there a man, something the size, advertising the huge number of songs in his personal library?
Of course there are some that I haven’t played before. There are teams whose aggregate business has been completely ignored by the “shuffle” functionality, raising suspicions of a U2-type plot to favor “approved” businesses. Lieutenant Pigeon, Mahavishnu Orchestra and Dr. Gharib Gharib – I won’t rest until I hear your voice!
Guys told me that the iPod had been raped by the iPhone and the like to listen to music, but I highly doubt there is room on any smartphone for 21,538 songs (did I tell you that I have that many?). No, iPod, then I am.