![]() ![]() I can still remember spending the entire day at school counting the minutes until I could get home to listen to the transcendent power chords of Styx’s “Paradise Theater.” I liked yearning for my favorite records. I liked that I could only listen to my albums on a turntable in the living room. ![]() But for me, this inconvenience was part of the whole point. I really miss the fact that listening to music used to be a concerted sonic and emotional event, rather than the backing track to some flashing screen. “Can’t Stand Losing You” by the Police allowed me to accept my own romantic woe as entirely justified and maybe even somewhat comic. AC/DC’s “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” filled me with the intoxicating power of my own aggression. When I closed my eyes and immersed myself in Stevie Wonder’s “Sir Duke,” for instance, I was overcome by a rare and all-encompassing optimism. If I listened carefully enough, in fact, the songs allowed me to tap into certain volatile emotions that felt otherwise out of reach. It was not something I did while working on homework, let alone while checking e-mail or thumbing out text messages. In other words, I considered listening to an album an activity in and of itself. If I liked the record a lot, I would listen to it two or three times in a row, usually with the album cover on my lap, so I could study the lyrics and artwork. I put an LP on the turntable, dropped the needle, then sat on the living room rug and listened to every single note. See, back when I was a kid in the ‘70s, the way I listened to music was pretty simple. (If you had presented me with this gadget even a decade ago, I’m pretty sure I would have proclaimed you the Messiah.)īut for all the joys of such wizardry, I’ve been experiencing a creeping sense of dread recently when it comes to iTunes, a dark hunch that technology has impoverished the actual experience of listening to music. Thanks to the wonders of the ever-shrinking iPod, I could carry thousands of songs with me wherever I went, on a device barely larger than a postage stamp. Not only was my musical archive more organized, it was portable too. And if I heard a killer song at a party or on the radio, there was a handy online store where I could instantly download that track for a buck. If I wanted to make a mixed CD - a process that had taken me hours, particularly in the cassette era - I had only to create a new playlist. ![]() If I wanted to play a particular song, I no longer had to go hunting through those stacks. The more I used iTunes, the more slavish my devotion grew. After 20 years of amassing music, I had more than 4,000 albums, most of them stacked precariously in my basement. When I first encountered iTunes, the wildly popular music app that allows fans to compile their own collections and digital library, I was agog. ![]()
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