I HAVE a great love for music that I often wax on about with friends, family and strangers alike.
I got my first iPod about seven years ago. It was bright pink and I bought neon headphones to match.
My iPod revolutionised my listening experience. Whereas before I had to carry a big Discman or tape player, now I had this pocket sized device with all of music on.
It’s odd, growing older with all this technology, feeling constantly in a state of flux as we wait for new models and groundbreaking discoveries. There’s been a new iPhone every year for as long as I’ve had a smartphone and when I buy things now I often end up more out of pocket than I remember being five years ago. Combined, the amount of stuff I often carry on a daily basis is worth more than everything else I own combined.
My current iPod, for example, was around £100, but the next generation which I have my eye on, is £129. If I’m honest though, the benefits of having an iPod far outweigh the cost. I take mine everywhere, splashing out on noise cancelling headphones when I travelled to Finland so I could listen, undisturbed, on the plane.
Silence is just not something I’m comfortable with, it just makes me hyper aware of everything around me. Plugging in and playing through the 1700+ hours of music I have is often the only thing that keeps me going when walking or reading, writing and revising.
It’s a lovely accompaniment when on holiday and I often use it to drown out the awful music the hotel plays or simply to block out the sound of my sister talking in her sleep when we share a hotel room.
Music can take me back to very specific times in my life, Venga Boys for example, always remind me of my time living in Saudi Arabia, and Peter Andre’s Mysterious Girl transports me to a rather embarrassing conversation I had about hot he was when I was nine or 10.
If you have anything to add, or tales to tell about your Discman, feel free to email me, Danielle Shaw, at firstname.lastname@example.org