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Apr. 18th, 2006 03:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aintbrokeI feel like I talk about this a lot, but I have mentioned before how I have a total love-hate relationship with my iPod right? I love it oh-so-much, but man, do I hate being tied to a gadget.
This whole problem has been pretty academic for the last week or so, because my poor, poor, third generation iPod died. It's been in the process for about a year now- strange shortings out, gradually decreasing battery charge- but now it won't even work plugged into a power source. I knew this was coming, but I couldn’t bear to send it off and be without for however long it took to fix. And, secretly, I was hoping for some sparks, or smoke or something (which is how the first iPod died. Sparks. Good stuff, man.).
The important part of this story is that for the first time in more than three years, I am completely at the mercy of the radio station in my head.
I'm given to understand that not everyone has internal constant background noise. I do. This wouldn't be so bad if I had any kind of conscious control over it. I don't. And my internal radio station isn't just on, it's programmed by some by some Asberger's suffering, OCD, jingle loving person of pure evil.
It's not so much that the individual songs are bad (although, sometimes...) it's mostly that every three or four hours, a something gets stuck. Then it's the same song or phrase playing over and over and over and for hours and hours and sweet fancy moses, who on this earth deserves a six hour loop of My Name is Not Merv Griffin? No one, that's who. That was yesterday. Today, it's Jonny Lang.
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This whole problem has been pretty academic for the last week or so, because my poor, poor, third generation iPod died. It's been in the process for about a year now- strange shortings out, gradually decreasing battery charge- but now it won't even work plugged into a power source. I knew this was coming, but I couldn’t bear to send it off and be without for however long it took to fix. And, secretly, I was hoping for some sparks, or smoke or something (which is how the first iPod died. Sparks. Good stuff, man.).
The important part of this story is that for the first time in more than three years, I am completely at the mercy of the radio station in my head.
I'm given to understand that not everyone has internal constant background noise. I do. This wouldn't be so bad if I had any kind of conscious control over it. I don't. And my internal radio station isn't just on, it's programmed by some by some Asberger's suffering, OCD, jingle loving person of pure evil.
It's not so much that the individual songs are bad (although, sometimes...) it's mostly that every three or four hours, a something gets stuck. Then it's the same song or phrase playing over and over and over and for hours and hours and sweet fancy moses, who on this earth deserves a six hour loop of My Name is Not Merv Griffin? No one, that's who. That was yesterday. Today, it's Jonny Lang.
 The Jonny Lang song of choice is "Breakin' Me, which oh man. How much nineteen year old white boy from Minnesota blues does a person need? |  Jump Little Children: Violent Dreams- but not the whole song, just the "all my waking hours just to see you refrainy-chorus thing. |  Morphine: Cure for Pain- This one I don't mind so much. |
 Abdulla Ibraham- one of those tracks with the piano that goes all plicky plicky bang trip de la la. Ok. So. I know which song I am talking about. |  Baka Beyond: Woosi- This song is so much fun, it almost hurts. I think this has something to do with the complete lack of angst potential in thumb pianos. |  Peter Mulvey: Shirt- Oh, you'd like a month you could lean upon, but this open road wants to get you gone, off you go. |
 My name is not Merv Griffin, my name is not Merv Griffin, my name is not Merv Griffin (my real name is George). |  Carmen McRae: Summertime- This is the best version of this song ever. I promise, I've listened to all of them. |  Anouk: Girl- this is the wrong album cover, but what can you do? I, really. This song. Three hours of this song. It's just not ok. |
 Eddie From Ohio: Ten Thousand Sarahs- Just the line about the multiplication of Sarah. But, you know, many times. I wonder how many Sarahs there are in my head, after that. |
