Until Death Do Us Part

There’s been something missing in my life… something important... something vital. I wasn’t quiet aware this because a lesser weaker form of it has been there masquerading as the real thing. It’s weird how you don’t fully realize this until the real thing, pure and fresh walks into your life and looks you in the face. I have reached the point where there is no turning back. Time to move on.

The truth and realization hit me Wednesday morning after I fired up my work PC, plugged in that white USB cable, clicked update and put those little white buds in my ears, rotated the circular dial and pressed play. My ears buzzed and my head swam. My toes tapped and a wide smile spread across my face. It was love at first listen. The music was fresh, it was pure and it was uninterrupted. What was missing was my very own personal soundtrack to my life. My music chosen by me so I can listen to it when I want it and not what some radio ass-clown spewing crap from his pie hole wanted me to listen to, but what I wanted to listen to when I want, as often as I want and as loud as I want. No fracking commercials trying to sell me crap that I don’t want or need. Radio and CDs had me lulled into a bad unhealthy relationship that I didn’t seem to be able to walk away from, but I reached a point where I said enough is enough and it’s time to join the musically free happy people. Lugging around CDs and listening to commercial radio is dead. My little silver lover either rests in my shirt pocket or clipped to my belt. She makes sweet love to my ears and she does it when and how I want it. Who could ask for anything more? Long may I rock, chill or freak out! Long live my iPod mini until death do us part.