Before the CD lapsed into obsolescence, my music listening program went like this: listen to one CD over and over until I get sick of it and then don’t listen to it for a few years. Now with the iPod, I can at least listen to multiple albums of the same artist on a constant loop before getting sick of it.
Right now, I’m stuck on Johnny Cash. I suppose it could be worse.
This program, of course, is diametrically opposed to the listening-to-music stylings of my brother, Matt. Stories are still told about the 8-hour roundtrip that he and Tony took to Walla Walla to visit me 7 years ago when Matt skipped through songs so frequently that, legend has it, not a single song was listened to in its entirety.
