"Music is the movement of sound to reach the soul for the education of its virtue."
Plato
Today I had a very happy reunion with a inanimate object, my ipod. About a month or so ago the headphone jack went Fubar and no headphones would work in it anymore. This has meant having to listen to normal everyday sounds when out in public or on buses or trains, not ideal at all. Last week I sent it off to a Ipod surgeon for a repair and with a speedy tunraround I am at last with a working device again.
I bought this particular Ipod (a 120gb classic) in June 2009 when my old one broke and I had it engraved with the phrase "revolution begins in the bathroom mirror" which if you are a Husker Du fan you will know is from the liner notes of their album Warehouse : Songs and Stories. I was then, like I am now, going through a time of evaluting myself and my situation and finding out how I could make it better. I had not long become single after a rather acrimonious split from a girl I had met on this site, the details are not important really in relation to this story but lets just say it didnt work out (looking back I have no hard feelings for her and I genuinely wish her well).
The girl in question taught me a lot of things and I got a lot from the time I spent with her but possibly the greatest thing to come of that relationship was that she introduced me to my favourite band of all time, Coheed and Cambria. I had'nt heard of them until I met her, I dont really read the music press and I dont have any music channels so most of the music I get introduced to is through other people (this was before I had Spotify and a premium membership with that site). Anyway I got a lot of exposure to Coheed through the girl, and I became very fond of them and later after our split I purchased all of their albums and listened to them almost religiously on my new Ipod when I got it.
Something about the music and lyrical content of Coheed and Cambria really struck a chord with me and my love has since become a obsession and I have'nt felt hero worship for recording artists like this since my teens. I was lucky enough to see them play at Sonisphere in 2009 and that really cemented them as a crucial part of my life, 2 years and 5 months later I think I love them even more. The more I listen to them the more I love them.
Back in August I went on a trip to Bude in Cornwall for 4 days away from it all, by myself and I had to take 3 trains and a bus to get there and the same drill on the way back too. On the way there and back I listened to all of Coheed's albums in chronological order , fully immersed myself in them while looking out the windows of whatever transport I was on at the time, watching the countryside speed by in blur of greens. I have to say that it was exquisite experiance and it made travelling just over 5 hours on public transport a event in itself.
My ipod has been with me on all my major trips since 2009 (in fact I seldom leave the house without it) and is a excellent travelling companion and a saviour to my sanity on many occasions. When out walking somewhere with my ipod in the country trying to clear my head it has soothed me and helped me put my thoughts in order or simply just took my mind off things. It is one of the things I couldnt live without and if it could talk it would no doubt be able to write a biography of me that would go deeper than a person interviewing me ever could, Imagine that.
Plato
Today I had a very happy reunion with a inanimate object, my ipod. About a month or so ago the headphone jack went Fubar and no headphones would work in it anymore. This has meant having to listen to normal everyday sounds when out in public or on buses or trains, not ideal at all. Last week I sent it off to a Ipod surgeon for a repair and with a speedy tunraround I am at last with a working device again.
I bought this particular Ipod (a 120gb classic) in June 2009 when my old one broke and I had it engraved with the phrase "revolution begins in the bathroom mirror" which if you are a Husker Du fan you will know is from the liner notes of their album Warehouse : Songs and Stories. I was then, like I am now, going through a time of evaluting myself and my situation and finding out how I could make it better. I had not long become single after a rather acrimonious split from a girl I had met on this site, the details are not important really in relation to this story but lets just say it didnt work out (looking back I have no hard feelings for her and I genuinely wish her well).
The girl in question taught me a lot of things and I got a lot from the time I spent with her but possibly the greatest thing to come of that relationship was that she introduced me to my favourite band of all time, Coheed and Cambria. I had'nt heard of them until I met her, I dont really read the music press and I dont have any music channels so most of the music I get introduced to is through other people (this was before I had Spotify and a premium membership with that site). Anyway I got a lot of exposure to Coheed through the girl, and I became very fond of them and later after our split I purchased all of their albums and listened to them almost religiously on my new Ipod when I got it.
Something about the music and lyrical content of Coheed and Cambria really struck a chord with me and my love has since become a obsession and I have'nt felt hero worship for recording artists like this since my teens. I was lucky enough to see them play at Sonisphere in 2009 and that really cemented them as a crucial part of my life, 2 years and 5 months later I think I love them even more. The more I listen to them the more I love them.
Back in August I went on a trip to Bude in Cornwall for 4 days away from it all, by myself and I had to take 3 trains and a bus to get there and the same drill on the way back too. On the way there and back I listened to all of Coheed's albums in chronological order , fully immersed myself in them while looking out the windows of whatever transport I was on at the time, watching the countryside speed by in blur of greens. I have to say that it was exquisite experiance and it made travelling just over 5 hours on public transport a event in itself.
My ipod has been with me on all my major trips since 2009 (in fact I seldom leave the house without it) and is a excellent travelling companion and a saviour to my sanity on many occasions. When out walking somewhere with my ipod in the country trying to clear my head it has soothed me and helped me put my thoughts in order or simply just took my mind off things. It is one of the things I couldnt live without and if it could talk it would no doubt be able to write a biography of me that would go deeper than a person interviewing me ever could, Imagine that.