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I bought my iPod from a friend a few weeks before going to Hawaii last year, so that would be late February 2007. Until that time, I'd resisted the whole notion, poo-poo-ing these young whippersnappers who walk around with white ear buds in, cut off from social interaction, in their own private isolation chambers. Harrumph.

However, as the impending 13 and then 16 hour flights stretched before me, and as I secretly knew that I'd love owning an iPod and having all my music at my fingertips,  I succumbed.

It has been brilliant. It goes with me to the gym, in the car where it plugs into my stereo, at work where the perceptual isolation chamber is a necessary construct, and occasionally on my bike.

I flashback to when I was a kid and spending hours in my room, patching together a stereo from cast-off bits of equipment that my brothers discarded. Playing records over and over again, and making my first crude "mix" tapes from vinyl to cassette. Even, I believe, from 8-track to cassette in some cases. I imagine telling that kid that someday ALL her music could live in a tiny machine, smaller than an 8-track tape, and that it could be programmed to play lists, or shuffle, or whatever …wide-eyed amazement. What will they think of next!

I've messed about a bit with creating playlists and, so far, they leave me cold. I vastly prefer to just have several thousand pieces of music on shuffle. It amuses me to hear what gets randomly presented next. The Stones Sympathy for the Devil gets selected an inordinate amount, I feel.  There is something wonderful about hearing Squeeze, Joni Mitchell and David Wilcox in quick succession. My brain tries to find connectivity … I like that.

I have a particular fondness for choral music and some pieces pop up after a long absent period and I fall in love with them all over again. There is a 14th century piece found as part of the Llibre Vermell (The Red Book) in a monastery in Monserrat, called Polorum Regina. A group called Sarband recorded it. It is over eight minutes long, haunting, meditative. I've just spent well over eight minutes trying to get it to upload here, with no luck … not so meditative. You can hear 30 seconds of it here – I'll keep trying for the whole thing. In any case, this quiet, reflective piece is actually, according to the notes with the CD, a "round dance". I'm not sure what that means but I can't imagine dancing to it. I find it somehow … reassuring when this piece is followed by something like Sia's Day Too Soon (Mock and Toof Edit).

This piece got repeated a lot on my bike trip recently. For some reason, I find it both meditative and invigorating, at the same time.

I'm looking forward to some long wintery weekends when I can make some coffee and add the rest of my music collection to the iPod. There seems to be an endless amount of storage space on this thing … endless mathematical possibilities with regard to the order in which I might hear things.

What will they think of next! 

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Angle Three – The Soundtrack 2 comments

Adding an iPod to the cycling experience is brilliant, for me anyway. I am prone to boredom, well, not boredom so much as irritation as I ask myself why the hell I'm doing something that hurts so much, or takes so long, or seems  repetitive and fruitless. Somehow, the music shuts down the Type A part of my brain that insists, always erroneously, that I should Be Somewhere Else, or Doing Something More Productive. Listening to music is, somehow, always productive and worthwhile for me.

A few highlights …

  • circling around the edge of a picturesque lake, with farms on my left and water to my right as the Puppini Sisters launched into a faithful rendition of Old Cape Cod
  • waving at cows who stared back, or ignore me entirely, as I stood on my pedals, grooving to the Scissor Sisters' I Don't Feel Like Dancing
  • laughing out loud while slogging up a long, slow hill as Julie Andrews camps up Alan Jay Lerner's My Love Is A Married Man

My love is a married man
I'm a marital also-ran
Tho I love him so, does he love me – no
I'll never enter his life, because he's true to his wife

My dreams abundant, are redundant
And they fall very short
The ship I hoped for, sat and moped for
Docked in someone else's port

The man who controls my heart
Has a conjugal counterpart
And her dinner meals are enough he feels
He'll never have to go a la carte

  • Sia's Day Too Soon (Mock & Toof Edit) … mmmm … not the original girl with guitar version but the funky one with the bass riff and the bongo drums. Can't find this on YouTube.
  • singing along with Jully Black on Seven Day Fool, scaring the creatures by the side of the road
  • Maroon 5, Figure It Out … Let's go!
  • Coldplay Viva La Vida (on repeat, thanks very much) … Strawberry Swing (it is such a perfect day, such a perfect day …) … Lost (no, really, I'm not, and boy it is hard to keep up with the hand claps AND keep the bike on the road) … Death and All His Friends (… so come over, just be patient and don't worry …try … ) … 42 (you didn't get to heaven, but you made it close … )
  • Puppini Sisters Walk Like An Egyptian

PS – Although I don't have this on my iPod, I just found this on YouTube … the Puppini Sisters ROCK!!!

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