My iPod has entirely too much personality. It goes on binges and it's trying to convince me I'm senile.
The other day it played me nothing but metal. I was driving along looking at the thing every now and then thinking "Who the hell do you think you are? You've come over all Chris Cornell on me. Just one electronic tune would be nice!"
Someone I know has one that is a bad tempered feminist. It will play nothing but P.J. Harvey, followed by Hole, followed by Fiona Apple, back to some other mistreated angry lady, and then just to tease you... Jeff Buckley. He's a bloke sure, but... well you know what I mean.
But its latest trick is the worst. It is hiding music from me. It's like it doesn't want me to know my own collection. Some artists it just considers I shouldn't have access to. "Oh so you think you like Telepopmusic do you? Well if I remove them from the Artists list, you're never going to find them because their song titles are all in French and you don't remember them anyway. In fact old man, did you ever have a Telepopmusic album in the first place, or are you just imagining it?"
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