Are you listening to me right now12/27/2023 I have to say, being able to jump from classical to country at the press of a button makes the miles pass by most enjoyably.Īs I got on I-90 in St Regis, MT, the Symphony Channel was beginning a marathon of all nine Mahler Symphonies, I made it through two before needing a break. I have SiriusXM so “surfed” channels during the 625 mile/10 hour drive which we did over two days. My husband Bob drove his car, I was alone in mine. ![]() Lately, as in just a few weeks ago, I found myself on a one-way road trip - driving 625 miles away from thirty-three years in Montana to a new life in Carlton, Oregon. I wonder if Charlie’s death lit a fire under their asses? So, the usual answer - everything and nothing in particular. The new Stones song, too, which I have to admit is kind of catchy. It doesn’t make me happy, but it can be a relief. Those suckers find a way in and then I have to eradicate them. And then the usual bunch of insanely bad, random ear worms that surface, seemingly from nowhere, to torture me for hours or days until I can find a way to get rid of them, in much the same way I try to banish the occasional rogue fly from my apartment. Nino Rota, as always, has been at the top of the rotation. They did a song or two from the soundtrack of the movie and I bought the album a long time ago. I don’t care - and for the past two days, the songs from the exquisite album, “Mahk Jchi,” by the group ULALI have been haunting me. Well - the other day I watched the movie “Smoke Signals” - go ahead, judge me. What about when I grab something specific, though? So what am I saying? I’m saying that I’m listening to the stuff in my exalted digital library of bits and bytes. The way it’s set up, of course, EVERY FUCKING TIME I hit shuffle, Buck Owens’ “A-11” comes on and, even though I love Buck and the Buckaroos, the opening notes to that song make me reach for the “NEXT” button faster than I can grab a slice of my favorite pizza. ![]() Most of those “items” are songs and, at the moment, I could be listening to any one of them. Even if that thing is a file of bits and bytes that lives on a solid state or spinning drive - in other words, my own personal ether - it’s *mine* and doesn’t exist on somebody else’s cloud on some foreign server in some other galaxy. I keep them all locally, eschewing the cloud for the comfort of that a thing exists in my possession. The last time I glanced - and I confess it was 60 seconds ago - I had 28,292 “items” listed as songs in my Apple Music app, previously called iTunes.
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