Spin The Silver Circle

Wawasworld loves his CD's.  I can't get enough of them.  Nothing pleases me more then going into one of those cold multimedia centers such as Best Buy, planning to buy only the latest arena rock cd, and coming out with about 100 CD's of bands I heard on the OC (Music on tonights episode included: Elefant, The Donnas and Gomez).  Sure, it's a habit that rivals only a strong heroin addiction in terms of cost, but hey, I'm a middle marketing manager.  My budget can handle it.

But with technology, it pains me to see the CD's time may be going.  The more I ride the subway or walk the streets of Manhattan, it's Ipods and other weird foreign devices presenting themselves as the future of music.  They all look like phasers from Star Trek, but hey, that's progress, I guess.  So as Wawasworld was jamming to the latest U2 CD, I ran into a co-worker who said the following to me:

Random Co-Worker: Wow .   . . is that a CD player???

Wawasworld: Why yes it is

Random Co-Worker: I haven't seen one of those in a long time.  You should get an ipod . . ..

Ugh. .  . I felt like I was back in 3rd grade, still wearing Jams shorts, while all the other kids were wearing pants.  A very, very dark moment in Wawasworld.  And . . . btw . . . when the fuck did CD's become so passe??? Is this how record owners felt when they were passed over for the 8-track?  Or when tape collectors were passed over for CD's?  And has this blog turned into a Carrie Bradshaw musing from "Sex in the City"?  And I'm guessing the answer is yes on all accounts.   Sigh .  . . Maybe this Christmas, I may just give into the Itunes universe for only 99 cents a song.  I'll be unique .  . . just like everyone else.