![]() The future was mine, and it was soundtracked by anything I wanted, at any time. I could create mixes that suited my mood and mindset in real time, without having to rummage through unmarked discs hoping one of them contained Aqua's "Turn Back Time" (a banger if there ever were one).ĭigital music didn't scratch or warp or get stuck under the seat of my car, nor was it crudely inscribed with Sharpie and labeled "GR8 TRAX." It was in the palm of my hand or in the stereo of my car, and I vowed never to go back again. Upon the advent of the iPod and then, eventually, streaming services, I became consumed with the novelty of convenience - that with only the touch of a button and the constant untangling of my headphones, I had access to any and every song I loved, and didn't have to sift through any filler the way I did with entire albums. ![]() In what feels like an instant, they were no longer my lifeblood my sources of joy and independence. ![]() I was an idiot to have given all my CDs away. ![]() Donahue about the art and pop culture that sparks joy, grief, nostalgia, and everything in between. Cut to the Feeling is a monthly column by Anne T. ![]()
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