] Only now do I realise that while I have been downloading
] songs, I have been unloading my dignity, a song at a
] time. Years of buying music-snob CDs have given way to an
] unending string of boppy pop to accompany me around
] Safeway.
]
] Maybe it’s because iTunes makes it easy to binge-buy or
] download songs as singles. Or maybe it’s simply that
] there’s no incriminating CD jewel box to clutter my
] shelves. But somehow my playlists include Emma Bunton and
] ‘The Power of Love’ by Huey Lewis and the News. I
] know that Huey Lewis had other songs but I do not care to
] hear them. And yet, I have sometimes pondered whether
] there is some merit in downloading Lulu, our
] suspiciously-youthful, toy-boy chasing banshee answer to
] Cher.

[ An interesting note about the urge to collect, without reason...

As someone with a full up 20 gig iPod, and a lot more tracks that won't make it on there at the same time, i fully understand the pak rat mentality when it comes to music. I want to be in a position to say "Yeah, I got that..." to anyone who happens to come over for a party or whatever. It's an obsession that one has to carefully keep in check, no doubt.

I wish this article would go further, but I guess he was too busy buying tunes... -k]

But of course time is finite, so unlimited choice is pointless. In fact our lives need editing, not expanding, or they become like satellite TV; hundreds of stations, yet you still have nothing worth watching.