Remember the angry youth of the ‘80s, sporting hairspraied-doos, who fought hard for their beloved channel by screaming, “I want my MTV”? Well, their kids, including myself, now want our mp3s.


Remember the angry youth of the ‘80s, sporting hairspraied-doos, who fought hard for their beloved channel by screaming, “I want my MTV”? Well, their kids, including myself, now want our mp3s.

Call me the most old-fashioned 20-year-old out there, but back in the day, cell phones were used to call people, not play tinny, truncated versions of rap songs. But given my mood swings, equally odd musical choices and lack of tolerance for carrying around a CD player and clumsy discs, CDs won’t work for me either.

Sure, buying a CD on the first day it comes out is fun. But now, why bother? With the digital à la carte menu of any music anyone can think of, I’ve taken advantage of the new format and dropped the twelve-song CD complete with “Thanks, Mom, Dad and Jesus” liner notes and photos of brooding artists wearing too much makeup.

Online, users get the instant gratification they crave – quick downloads on iTunes or otherwise – and it’s easy to carry an extensive music collection on a device smaller than the palm of your hand.

Plus, thanks to Al Gore or whoever invented the internet, getting any track you could possibly want is more of a treasure hunt than a dead end. The live Wilco cover of “Yesterday” is almost as easy to find as the original – and probably superior – Beatles version.

Until CDs can offer the exact versions and mixes that I want and cell phones provide the quality that even the most finicky listener can tolerate, I’ll stick to my digital collection with reasonable prices and portability .

However, I won’t be trashing my portable CD player any time soon – but only for sentimental reasons.

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