Compact Discs are the shizzle! The first Compact Disc I ever purchased was the self-titled 1989 album Bad English, because I loved (still love) the song “When I See You Smile”. My second Compact Disc was a gift from a friend who knew I adored (still adore) Madonna — the spectacular 1990 compilation album, The The Immaculate Collection
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In the same time period, I bought myself the soundtrack to Disney’s 1989 hit The Little Mermaid (my favorite Disney movie and Compact Disc of all time –– yes, still), along with the soundtrack to the hit 1990 movie Ghost
(my favorite haunting love story of all time — yes, still).
Rounding out the beginnings of my Compact Disc collection, my fifth Compact Disc came as a gift from my grandmother — she gave me the 1989 release Chicago – Greatest Hits: 1982-1989. Yes, I still love every song. Get off me.
Today I don’t own a single Compact Disc.
That’s right, my Compact Disc collection is exactly a total of zero.
“Say, what?!”
Trust me, I am very much a music-fool. I know all the words to most of the songs on the Moulin Rouge Soundtrack. I sing right along with Britney Spears and Ke$ha and Lady Gaga and Katy Perry and Adele and Amy Winehouse and the Dixie Chicks and Seether and OneRepublic and Taio Cruz and Cee Lo Green.
My point is, I still listen to music, and lots of it. Not owning even one Compact Disc has not stopped me from getting my groove on. <— points for insinuating that I possess “a groove”. And this has nothing to do with Minimalism, organizing, or paring down. It has, rather, everything in the world to do with one small, powerful word:
FREE.
Mama, I do love me some free. Let me explain.
Sometimes we listen to the RADIO (remember those gadgets?). We hear music issue forth from the invisible soundwaves produced by the speakers, and awesome songs enter our brains via our earholes. Free music.
The LIBRARY: It’s not just for books.
We of the Andi-Roo household are proud members of this awesome club I like to refer to as a COMMUNITY. Further, this community-thing has a LIBRARY.
If a song gets snagged over one of my brain wrinkles, I think to myself, “Self, that is a snazzy tune. Let’s see who sings that bad boy, shall we?” Then I saunter over to the Google gang and see what them ‘nets spits out. Utilizing a smooth copy-n-paste method too complex to repeat herein if you don’t already have a clue what I’m getting at, I enter the information into my COMMUNITY LIBRARY’S database. Yep, libraries are online now!
I then put the Compact Disc on request, have patience, and wait for my library to email me. When it arrives at my branch, I drive like all-hellz to pick it up. Then I run home, plug it into my laptop, and pop the songs I like into my iTunes account, from which I am then able to create an awesome playlist on my iPod at no cost.
A note about the Compact Disc – It’s not just for music.
But wait! The fun doesn’t end there! Did you know you can also check out audio books from your library and thus listen to them on your iPod? How cool is that? Now I can tackle the treadmill monster or fight the dishwasher beast while at the same time absorbing Oprah’s picks. Just kidding. I don’t listen to those kinds of books. Mostly.
Tell me, and be honest — what was your *YOUR* first Compact Disc? And do you still listen to it? And is your Compact Disc collection still growing?
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This post is part of the great bloggy-blog recovery process.
During the month of April 2012 Andi-Roo participated in the
Blogging From A to Z Challenge
wherein she posted every day that month
blogging thematically from A to Z.
Her theme revolved around issues about which she feels passionate.
Andi-Roo was told not to apologize for this.
The end.
