Sunday, January 4, 2009


Let me start by saying I have empathy for those who are addicted to food, drugs or alcohol. Maybe I even get the sex thing. But an addiction like I have is pretty harmless, more or less.
Let me explain.
For my birthday last month, my husbband got me an MP3 player and put some of my albums on it for me. I really love it--I listen to music as I clean house and sometimes even when I read. The only drawback is that it makes it a little harder to hear the phone but I don't really mind that. I don't wear it 24/7 so they can call back, right? It is just a fun little thing that makes some mundane tasks go faster. I had it no where full so for Christmas my son got me a subscription for Napster.
OHMYGOSH!! He came over yesterday to help me learn how to use it and to find songs I like. Well, let me tell you, I thought I would have some fun downloading some songs and one thing led to another and before I knew it our dinner guests were due in 5 minutes!! Thanks goodness, I was dressed and my husband had turned on the oven for me.
To be honest, I could be on it forever. You download one song and there is a list of other artists you might enjoy so you go there and then you suddenly remember another song that you like and so on to infinity!!
Now I am embarassed to say I spent an inordinate amount of time looking for a song that doesn't exist. I never know the name of the songs and hardly ever the artists so my son was a big help. He is able to interpret my cryptic descriptions. He and his sister have been well trained over the years starting with the scrubbing brush song. I still don't know the artist or the title but the beginning rift sounds like a scrub brush to me and they figured it out. Ever since, they are good at figuring out my descriptions.
I didn't know I had such eclectic taste and my son was surprised that I liked some of the same groups he does. Of course, we never talked about it before because I didn't know the names of the songs or the artists. Makes it pretty hard to discuss it.
I listen to the radio in the car but that isn't enough to have a good repetoire and you can't exactly pull over and write down the songs as you hear them... could you imagine if people did that?? There would be somebody in every parking lot scribbling away so they wouldn't forget a particular song. It would take me forever to get where I was going if I did that.
I picked oldies and new songs and love songs and sad songs and happy songs. I picked Frank Sinatra and Finger 11. I didn't even know that Finger 11 existed!!
I picked artists of every variety and I can still keep going. I worked on it for about an hour and now I am making myself stop by typing this entry to my blog. It is kind of hard to forget about it because my playlist is playing as I type.
I haven't really entered any Motown yet and I have some other oldies I would like to find. I have no jazz downloaded yet unless you count Peggy Lee (I don't). I have to stop thinking about it. That little cat icon cannot tempt me to the dark side.
Did you ever see that little icon? It is so cute a little kitty wearing earphones. It is cute and all you have to do is click it and all the music in the world is available to you to download to your computer. Oh Joy!!
Wait, I think my husband is calling me. He wants me to help him with some chore or another. What honey?? What did you say?? I can't hear you over my playlist! Hmmmm, this may come in handier than I thought!


Ipsilon said...

Scrubbing brush song = Linkin Park - In the End.

Now, it's documented for all time. :)

Matt said...

Don't be so proud of your knowledge of old/horrible music brian.

Ipsilon said...

Watch it, boy. I remember someone used to like them.