Thursday, November 15, 2012
"If there were no music then I would not get through"~Shawn Colvin
Seriously. I wouldn't. This is where the line blurs for me between NEED and WANT. No matter how broke I have been, I have always had enough money for music (kinda like in college...being completely broke, but always having enough beer money for Thursday Nights at the Dark Horse). I still have records, but no player. I have cassettes. I buy CDs every couple weeks. I even have an old John Denver 8-track...again, nothing to play it on. I have been advised to get various devices and download my music from the internet. But I cannot. I need the jewel case and the liner note. I have to know who played mandolin and who the album is dedicated to. I have to have every bit of information the liner notes offer. I have to have the full experience. I carried around a discman everywhere I went. It was one of 2 items I took into quarantine when I was undergoing treatment for thyroid cancer (once I was out of quarantine, I had to leave the discman in quarantine for another 90 days. It was worth it!). Last Christmas, the Bird Man thought he was giving me the best gift on Earth by giving me this. I was grateful that he tapped into what really makes me happy, but I was upset and thinking, "He doesn't know me at all! I am not parting with my CDs!" So my reaction after opening the gift fell a little flat. For several weeks, he pushed me to put some music on it. I resisted. Finally, after the glow of the holiday season was over, I told him, "Look, you may want me to stop buying CDs but I don't want to stop. Aside from my favorite foods, my must-haves are beads and music and I feel like you are trying to stop that." He got very tender and serious and explained I could buy every damn CD ever made--he wouldn't stop me-- and put them all on here and still have the liner notes. "I just thought it was smaller than your big and very old discman." Being the child I am, I understood what he was telling me, but said, "I hate earbuds." Being with me for 19 years, he countered calmly with "Use earphones." An awkward silence that lasted for minutes with me looking at the floor was broken when I said, "Show me how to put a CD on here. DON'T DO IT FOR ME---Show Me!" And he did. And I think he regrets it. My kitchen CD player broke not long after this. So now, when I am preparing dinner every night, I tuck this little MP3 player between my boobs, put the earbuds in (they are not so bad after all), and sing my heart out while I chop and burn. It drives them nuts :-D
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