It was nearly a decade ago. I was sick and tired of carrying my CDs from one car to another (don’t ask, but if you must: it’s a family/communal set of cars). Anyway, I hated forgetting a CD I’d needed in the other car, which it made my commute a music-less hell. I thought there should be a better way of taking all my songs from one place to another without the bulk and heft of whatever was available at that time.
Then I heard about the iPod.
By Robert Gauna
As if this so-called “magical” device changed the world then or a bit earlier. I was a die-hard Microsoft fan, so I couldn’t care less about anything from Apple. On the other hand, I hated all the other bulky MP3 players, so the iPod intrigued me because everyone else had one.
That’s when I decided to take the plunge; I headed out to BestBuy and picked it up — the 4th Generation iPod. It was beautiful. Stunning. One of the first things I’d bought myself with my first real job out of college. The iPod was the first translucent, white I’d ever seen before; it was inviting, but not cold. The aluminum back made it feel sturdy and dignified, unlike everything else on the market. The unique scroll-wheel interface fascinated me — it didn’t feel tedious to navigate through my playlists and songs, and yet it was gratifying to use just to spin around and hear the clicking sound as I scrolled through the songs I’d downloaded.
Love at first sight
I was in love. Driving the 101 was not horrible anymore since I stuck my brand-spanking-new music player in my cassette adapter.
Gone was my brother’s obsolete Sony MiniDisc player (RIP 2013, fittingly), in which I had to pack a bunch of discs, fumble for the right one, and shove it in the player while weaving through traffic. I left the ’90s behind and entered the new century with my iPod in tow.
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