apple and oranges

I use the iTunes.

I am listening to them right now. You would be hard-pressed to guess what. Real-life friend and commenter Alan (I'm convinced the majority of you are witty commenting bots; let's be honest, I'm entertaining like once every two weeks only robots can endure the interludes) can attest to the fact that I have decent taste in music - at least according to the two of us. But in matters of purchasing, I'm mostly old school. I like buying the album along with the art and hopefully the lyrics. I prefer it on wax cylinder, but with the exception of the Stones, you can't get those commercially anymore. As of yet, I haven't purchased a whole album on iTunes.

Naturally, you wonder, what do I purchase on the iTunes? Well, I used the iTunes for random songs. Stuff I find catchy, fun and otherwise lame. Stuff that I wouldn't want to put on display with the rest of my collection. How would the rest of the collection react? Surely not well. It would stare scornfully at the new stuff. "What are YOU doing here?" it would ask. No, my iTunes stuff shall remained locked inside my computer behind 128-bit encrypted password technology. These are songs that when I admit (to myself) that I like, I feel the white-hot burning shame of poor taste. It is bitter indeed.

Now you can see the appeal of iTunes to someone like me. I can anonymously buy all the cheesy music I want without the mocking sneers of human retailers.

Sing on Gordon Lightfoot, sing on.