All I want for Christmas is a CD.
You remember those? Those shiny plastic encasings that held a compact disk and had sleeves containing the cover art, “thank you’s,” and album credits?
As a kid, I remember coming home with a brand new CD, going straight for my parents killer sound-system, adjusting the equalizer and then popping in that shiny disc that held anywhere from 10 to 15 tracks.
I would read the lyrics, sing along with the songs, hoping that the mastery of my own voice would become something to be desired among record executives and disc-jockeys.
The immense sound of rock and roll emanated through my house to the point where my dad would cringe at the sound of an electric guitar and booming drums. Thank you Nevermind.
The stockings have been hung. The tree has been decorated, and the family tradition of opening one present early in anticipation for Santa’s later offerings is about to commence.
I open my stocking, anticipating a shiny, glossy encasing which holds the all-black album cover of The Monk’s Black Monk Time. I reach into the stocking, only to find a gift card granting me 20 free songs on iTunes.
Three words enter my mind: What the hell! When did a card which gives you free music online pass for a musical offering? Santa has a major blow-torch of a thank-you letter coming his way. A cool, classic vinyl would have sufficed, even though I don’t even own a working record player.
I would curse the holidays, but now, I have to find a computer.
