My beloved fiancée bought me an early birthday present earlier tonight (er, yesterday night): a new MP3 player to replace the somewhat dated one I got several Christmases ago. So I've of course been up all night loading music on the comparatively-whopping 8 gigs it affords me. Problem: I'm not actually that interesting, nor are my tastes in music varied or knowledgeable enough to fill 8 gigs with stuff I would call my favourites. So I apply a more liberal standard of what I want on my MP3 playlist: basically, anything I've been able to scrounge up over 10+ years of downloading and ripping music to my computer (I almost never delete anything, ever) that's even barely listenable.
Sure, I've got Arcade Fire, Feist, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and other hipster-cred-earning tracks on there. But then there's the worse stuff.
Bryan Adams? Sure. Abba? Abba-solutely. Sonny and Cher? I got that, babe. Old school GNR? Let's just say, I'll be the dude mouthing "nothing lasts forever, even cold November rain" on the TTC tomorrow morning.
Results: An 8 gig player that's only half full, and 1/3 of that is stuff I'd probably skip through if it was on the radio.
Our grandparents didn't have these problems.