My love obsession with my iPod

One of my favorite pieces I have written in graduate school, and I thought I would share. Here we go:

Oh, I just don’t know where to begin


It is 5:45 in the morning. Again. This time seems to appear every morning, and as I hit the snooze button one last time on my phone, music is heard at high screeching volumes over my iPod deck. It is Mother Nature’s technological way of telling me to get up and go to yoga. As I start my routine again, the music continues to play. Sometimes it is Janis Joplin that wakes me up.

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna/

I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues.

Sometimes Jay Z

“H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A / Fo’ sheezy my neezy keep my arms so freezy /

Can’t leave rap alone the game needs me /

Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain’t easy

But most of time it is random, and will usually set the mood of the day. My iPod shouldn’t control me the way it does. In fact, I am the one who can press the buttons to choose and predict my day. But most of the time this is not the case. Whatever comes on over the loud speakers is usually what will continue to play as I get ready for another day, another dollar. (A special thanks to those lyrics that seem to play every morning).

The music comes with me as I run out the door, late again.

You better run for your life if you can, little girl

I can never seem to be on time for anything, and I think my iPod knows it. It is the medium that goes everywhere with me, and spends more time with me than my best friend. In fact, it may me know me better than my best friend. Although my best friend knows my deepest, darkest secrets, she doesn’t truly know all my emotions at any given time; it may be too much for her to handle. But my iPod, the device that hangs out with me 24 hours a day, and is never more than twenty feet away, does know every emotion at any given time.  It knows when I am happy, when I’m upset, and can fill in the emotion of the moment. Maybe the music does not start playing right away, but when I press ‘play,’ the lyrics just pour out. As it sings over my speakers or headset, the music affects and/or continues to affect my mood. As I continue to get lost in the music, my iPod seems to enhance my mood. This happens to me all the time no matter where I am. It may know me too well.

It can be argued that perhaps it is the music itself that changes my mood or knows how to change it.  This may be true. I have always loved music, and all forms of it. From classical to blues to rock to hip hop, music has been with me day and night. Some of the best times of my life had music involved in some form or another. My parents were always playing music. My dad would play it as we drove around the city, with the Temptations singing during our conversations.

I‘ve got so much honey the bees envy me/

I’ve got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees.

I always loved rapping in the car with my cousins as they took me out for ice cream, swimming, or other safe things my mom approved of, but I don’t think rapping was one of them.

This speech is my recital, I think it’s very vital/

To rock a rhyme, that’s right on time/

It’s Tricky is the title, here we go…

Or memories of my Grandma and I dancing around her house to Michael Jackson

Oh I’ll Be Workin’ From Nine To Five/

To Buy You Things To Keep You By My Side

Music has always played a huge role in my life. I loved it so much that I studied the history of it, how to harmonize and dance with it, and hope to create my own style. I never became a master of it; rather enjoyed more watching those more talented produce the sounds and beats around me. I was always plugged into the music.

However, I was never able to listen to music when I wanted, where I wanted, and what song to play without some hassle of finding and/or retrieving it. Changing the song or artist on my tape deck or CD player seem too big of a hassle, especially if I was laying down comfortably, or couldn’t carry the many upon many cassettes. I would be stuck listening to  whatever tape I had, and although I did like it the first 20 times, number 21 was always the one drink too many.

One drink to remember, then another to forget

Although I was still always plugged in, this remained a problem until a year ago when I bought my first iPod in November 2008. Buying my first iPod almost five years after they had hit the market and mainstream may seem weird to some, considering I had just proclaimed my love for music, but at first I was not too please with the models of iPods. Although you could have all your music in one place with easier access, it was not too easy for me. One simple dial to try to select my song of the moment fit in the same category as my tape/ CD player. If I wanted to change the song or put new music on it, I had to go home to do it. To me this seemed like another version of putting in a new tape of CD. I still had to put effort into it, and it was too much of a hassle.

But then came my brother. My brother is the genius of the family when it comes to discovering and trying out new technology. Although I will never to his face tell him this, I always trust his opinion when it comes to new technology. This thought was never truer than on a trip to Hawaii where I saw his new iPod, the iPod touch. Holding and playing with this new medium was almost like love at first sight.

Hello, I love you/

Won’t you tell me your name?

My music, with a simple touch, could play through the system, be downloaded and with one simple touch; I was in love for the first time. However, like all first loves, heartbreak would soon follow. This iPod, my love, did not belong to me, but to my brother, who, for some strange reason, wanted it back. As I reluctantly gave my new toy/friend back to my brother, I felt as sense of sadness, heartache, and several other words that mean loneliness.

Hello, Darkness, my old friend

Although you never forget your first love, I knew it could be replaced with other iPods in the sea. As soon as I could, almost a year later, I finally bought my first iPod, the iPod touch. Ever since I made that purchase, I constantly have my iPod with me using it beyond its original purpose. Yes I do still listen to music all day, but at the same time, my iPod touch keeps me connected to the daily events in news and sports. With one simple touch, I can not only read about the Phoenix Suns (the other true love of my life), but also listen to a podcast about my favorite team throughout the day, and on the go.  Like with my music, I no longer have to wait until I get home to watch television and/or listen to the radio to hear the 30 seconds I have waited 30 minutes to see/hear. My iPod keeps me connected to the world around me while I walk to class, at work, or simply trying to tune the world out. It knows what I want, when I want it.

Having my iPod on me, and being constantly plugged in may be strange; but then again people are strange, and so are their habits. For me, I love having music around me. As I stated before, some of my best memories have music involved with them. Why wouldn’t I want that as some part of my routine everyday? To help set the tone of the day, and make it better. To me, one of the convenient ways to establish this is with my iPod.

I may be a little obsessed and attached to my iPod, and perhaps I am, but it the medium I choose to use and stay connected. As I think back to the day’s events, I feel having my iPod constantly there adds to the soundtrack of my life. Maybe this makes my life the musical I had always dream it to be. And although I may not sing or dance the entire time, my iPod adds the needed spark life should have in it. For some it is a spark they get from working out, dancing, or anything the mind and heart can desire. In my case music provides that spark, and the iPod is the medium that helps bring it everyday.

And in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make