Im a simple dude. T-shirts and flip-flops. No video games or HBO. Havent changed the filter in the Brita since 2007.
Not many assets, either. Im a renter with a thrift-store living room. Got a mattress with no headboard. Admittedly, other than the truck, the most valuable possessions in my name might just be a fifth generation iPod classic and its Bose docking station.
For a guy with secondhand sofas, you can imagine the extent to which my world was flipped when the iPod suffered a hardware issue late this summer. Hell, give me a completely empty house, high quality stereo sound and shuffle mode (and maybe a beer) and Im content. So this was bad news.
A visit to the Apple store in SouthPark was pointless. Part of me wonders if Steve Jobs himself puts a microchip in these things that triggers self-destruction on the day the warranty expires. I was offered 10% off a brand new purchase, but decided to pass.
So for the past month and change, my home has been devoid of music. Its a sad state of affairs in Elizabeth. No testing out new tunes on weeknights, like Phoenixs fantastic new album, Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix. No John Fogerty while mopping the kitchen floor on cleaning days. No rainy Sunday afternoons set to Cat Power.
Sure, I have hundreds of CDs overflowing their racks, but nothing decent at home to play them on. Never was into vinyl. If I want to hear music, its either the Palladia cable channel or the weak-ass output from my laptops built-in speaker. Nothing competes with the Bose.
I get it. The obvious answer here is simply to pick up a new iPod, maybe a shiny new seventh generation. Unfortunately, its not in the cards this month and by now its become quite evident that Im just using this space to complain.
Im just surprised by how dependent Ive been on the gadget. (Back in 03, my then-boss bragged about pawning off a thousand CDs so he could transfer his tunes to a handheld electronics device called an iPod. I thought he was nuts).
When I was growing up, the folks always had music on in the house, the sounds of 70s soft rock seeping into every room. It was as constant as the bare-assed beat-downs (we had four boys, it was warranted), and its probably the reason why I love music so much.
As an adult, the iPod / Bose buddy system has served as my own home stereo, providing the soundtrack to my domestic life. Its been a truly amazing source of happiness. And now its no more.
Although the fun budget may be tight, I cant take this much longer. Ive endured a miserably quiet existence far too many days. Pretty soon Im gonna talk with one of those headset-wearing teens at Apple and just knock it out... Right after I change the water filter.