Back from Florida, with an iPod mini -- a Christmas gift from my parents -- in tow. A shimering bit of blue metal, no longer than my index finger, but oh what fun. I had long admired the Pods as a pretty piece of gadgetry, but I didn't realize until the last week exactly what a giddy pleasure they are. Every child dreams, at one time or another, of having a soundtrack for his life: sad music moaning in the air in times of despair, a military march buzzing around his head when a task needed done. An iPod provides just that, but the daily soundtrack also influences my mood. At least twice today, a sound pulsed between my ears that made me want to abandon my smoke break and run across the parking lot to my car. So I did. I looked like an idiot, I'm sure, but no matter: I was in love.
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The Quiet Ones play their last show in two hours at Lamar's. It feels like the end of an era. A short era, maybe, but an great era nonetheless. So we'll say goodbye like we said hello. By rocking out. It was always too much rock for one hand.
Posted by mesh at December 28, 2004 07:41 PM | TrackBack