So, I have almost 2,000 songs on my iPod. I thought that was a lot until I learned that my friend has over 8,000 songs. Are there even 8,000 songs available in the world?!
Okay, fine. There are. And I'm willing to learn them all. I love to try out new songs and artists. One of my favorite things to do is find new songs on iTunes. That Genius Recommendations is, well... genius. I have found some of my favorite new artists through that. I have also found some good songs through the Shazam application on my phone, just by tagging a song-I-don't-know-but-know-I-want as soon as I hear it. Could life get any better?
My iPod is probably the awesomest thing out there (if I do say so myself). Being able to rap to 2Pac one minute, sing along to Barry Manilow the next and dance to Kraftwerk after that? Is. Complete. Awesomeness.
A couple weeks ago, I took a trip to Columbus to visit a few of my favorite sonsabitches (read: cousins). It was already a perfect trip because I had 2 hours of uninterrupted iPod (4 if you include the ride home). I never get 4 hours of uninterrupted anything (not without consequences [read: the great Twilight debacle]), so this was a treat. And, of course, the time with my cousins was, as always, great fun.
We were up late talking, listening to my cousin's iPod, when "Biscuit" by Portishead came on. Immediately, I was 19 again, listening to a mixed tape my BFF's "lesbian-phase girlfriend" made me. I had lost that mixed tape (not that I have a tape player anyway) and had been trying to recreate it on my iPod. I had forgotten about that song altogether, so imagine my happiness when I a) remembered it existed and b) was able to learn the song title/artist so I could add it to my iPod as soon as I got home (which, of course, I did).
Music makes me so happy.
In addition to the music itself, my favorite songs have great lyrics. And I end up liking a song the more I memorize its lyrics (my mother always said I would've done better in school if my lessons were in the form of songs) (thanks, Mom). My boyfriend in college used to think "Mr. Jones" had the most poignant lyrics ever.
"We all want something beautiful. I wish I was beautiful."
Really?
How about "Wild" by Seal?
"And if loneliness can hurt as much as being cold... Come over here woman and touch me you look so electric."
Or "The World is Filled" by the Notorious B.I.G?
"The world is filled with pimps and 'hos, we'll just talk about those I know."
Brilliant.
There are, of course, exceptions to my love of music (most of the country genre, for example). And because music brings out memories for me, some are not always good. To this day, there are songs I can't bring myself to listen to (although, I still have them on my iPod - no idea why). Perhaps I think it's a test. I'm over something when I can finally hear a particular song. It helps me grow. Or something.
Or I just don't want to lose songs on my iPod in my quest to get to 8,000.
The skip button is there for a reason, after all.
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