Tech

Little silver discs

An old friend has made a reappearance in my life. I lent my iPod to Emma for the week so I've had to reacquaint myself with the five inch silver discs that music used to come on.

(I'm glad I lent it to Em; her five hour train journey home from London doubled when the train to Aberystwyth was cancelled without warning.)

It's been an interesting twenty-four hours. I felt almost nostalgic flipping through the rack of CDs, selecting my evening's musical accompaniment, and the sounds I'll be driving to all week.

I wonder whether I've lost something with the iPod. Previously when I bought a new album it'd lodge itself in my CD player for a week, slowly burning its way into my subconscious. These days I'll listen to an album once or twice before flicking on to old favourites. (Does the iPod give new music a chance?)

It's commonly said the iPod changes how we listen to music. I'm beginning to think that might not be a good thing.