Before I could say Cold ..... I received a pink ipod instead of the CD of the new Cold Play album called Mylo Xyloto (it sounds like a medicine) that I had requested once upon a mall visit.
I looked at the device with bewilderment and wondered how to use it. The only times I had borrowed an ipod was to visit the dentist. The last time I owned any listeners was when my aunt bought me a walkman, which I eventually upgraded to a discman. Music allowed me to trudge through the snowy campus of Smith College.
But when can I take the time to listen to music? I only enjoy music when I am driving. I cannot listen to my ipod when I drive. So I made an effort to find transition times to shut the world down and put my ear set on. On an ipod the sound is perfect and engrossing. I find myself walking to the beat, dancing in the lift, sighing in the parking lot: enjoying this beautiful album for the first time.
However, all gratitude to my friend's gift of an ipod, I had to buy the CD for the car, for my brother and for my BFF. I went over to Virgin before opening, downed a coffee waiting and entered "with a gun" and told the guy with the silly red jacket: "you go find me 4 CDs of Cold Play.....NOW!!!!!" He had said it wasn't out yet. Then he recognized me: "you came and bought the EXAMPLE tickets?"
Someone who cares took me aside and advised: "you seem to be dancing on your own dance floor. You should synch in with the rest of us." I smiled thinking, "how could I? Not when I am in the midst of discovering the new Cold Play album!"