iCrack

Last night was an eye opening experience; I am no longer in iLove with my iPod. Why? Because I am addicted to the iEverything culture and this addiction can probably end up sucking up just as much, if not more, money than crack. Music is the drug, iTunes is the dealer and I am the junkie on iCrack. From my Sept. 28th post you can see how happy I was to finally be able to get all of my CD’s finally exported into iTunes and subsequently into my iPod. I was in a state of bliss once the overflowing shelves of my room had been cleared of the bulk of CD’s I have amassed in the last 15 years and I had all of that space neatly confined to the space of this 20GB, Click-wheel controlled, heavenly white with a sliver lining, little electronic gadget that could fit into my pocket. I boxed up my CD’s and put them in the garage, for they are no longer needed, so much for the inventor of the CD holder rack. I got my first CD player on Christmas in ‘89 or ’90 with “Empire” from Queensryche and “Presence” from Led Zeppelin as my first CD’s but I digress

Life somehow changed last night. I realized, while loading the really obscure CD’s that I don’t care too much about (Juliana Hatfield, 3rd Bass, Fun Lovin’ Criminals), but still have enough space to load them into “Kevin’s iPod”, I realized that I am not using my iTunes application to it’s full potential. So, in a curious, exploratory fashion I started clicking on buttons in the iTunes application on the iBook. This is where I found the home of what iTunes really is. A fucking crackhouse! From 8:30 till 3 a.m. I went running through the house looking for “that-one-rolling-stones-magazine-that-had-the-article-on-that-band-that-I-wanted-to-look-up-when-I-went-back-to-‘Amoeba Records’-next-time” Yep, at 2:20 a.m. I went looking for magazines on bands I heard about and then when I found the Coheed and Cambria quip in R.S., I went on to iTunes to look them up. And what did iTunes do for me then?!!!!! They gave me…just a little sample…. just enough to get me hooked just enough to make me want more. I searched, and searched, and searched some more and, during all the searching, throughout the night… I bought and, bought and, bought some more. $30 later and 45 minutes late for work this morning, I had this revelation…. I’m an iCrack-head…listening to Kanye West Through the Wires of my cute little white earbuds while writing about the hate I have for my new dope dealer. No more brick and mortar juke joints for me…it’s all about the comfort of shopping from home on my bed with an iBook.

Fuck Apple. I Love you.