![]() ![]() So I didn’t actually use the unit that much outside of the gym, where its ungainly size and weight tugged against the loose waist band of my gym shorts. Thing is, I don’t like listening to music while I am walking around or even using public transportation. I also included some old faves and records I was reviewing, and occasional books on tape, and lazily managed the collection until I was toting around well over 50 gigs. I would barely listen to this stuff before loading it into the Apple device. ![]() I was downloading tunes like a hog, and was mostly interested in obscure or out-of-print music-experimental electronic, 20th century avant-garde, old psych, underground folk, ethnic field recordings and black metal. I got the iPod about the time when mp3 addiction was in full effect. I’d say now that there was already something sepulchral to the item, a foreshadow of coming decline. It looks like one of those cold-pac units that long-traveling spacefarers employ in SciFi movies like 2001, only designed for two people, like those couple-friendly sleeping bags. The white unit, with a grey screen, is about as thick as a deck of cards and has a nice heft in the hand. My Mom bought me my first iPod a few years ago: a 60 gig monster designed to hold photos as well as tunes. Recent developments with my iPod have once again hammered home to me how transformations in the technology of recorded music continue to shape and alter our sense of music, of listening, even of our selves. ![]()
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