Its Monday again.

It's a cold, rainy Friday afternoon in November.  No, snow yet...touch wood.  Not that I'm overly superstitious or anything.  No triskaidekaphobia, black cats are just cats and the spilling of salt is just an accident. The only reason that walking under a ladder is bad luck is for safety reasons.   Okay, I will admit to having taphophobia, but where is the dividing line between a rational fear of being buried alive and an irrational fear of being buried alive?  I am also a little claustrophobic, but it's not irrational.

No hockey game today, I'll have to make do with listening to Itunes.  Yes, I'm still old school, my music is on my computers, not out in the cloud.  I've got an old Ipod for those times when I'm not at the PC.  Yep, old school, I still have a lot of CD's.  Not as old school as cassette or eight-tracks, or vinyl.  I have been that old school.  A lot of vinyl, and almost as much vinyl nicked, swiped, pilfered  or has just wandered away.  The rest I've gifted to a niece on long term loan to her collection.  It's nice to see another new generation enjoying The Beatles.

Although I had them at home, I never had an eight-track player in a car.  I know it's not the case, but I seem to remember nearly every tape I owned...

click...whirl...click...
...interrupted at least one song on the tape to switch tracks.   Some of you might know what I'm on about.  If not, ask your parents and grandparents.

After I came home from sea, I stayed with the cassette habit I had acquired while sailing the ocean blue and the seven seas.   I have no idea how many tapes I had, how many I wore out and replaced.  Or how much money I had invested in them.  It was a bunch though.   

I did experiment with 7-inch reel to reels a couple of times as I found an old Akai and about two hundred tapes at a yard sale once.  

Next, Compact disks, I spent more money on them than I ever thought about spending on cassettes.  I still buy one on occasion, niche market (Renaissance Festival) performers.  In fact, I probably have more renfest cd's left of a physical collection than anything else. 

These days, and I know it's a travesty to audiophiles everywhere, but after four years of jet engines, rotor blade noise and a constant 60-cycle hum, years of loud rock and roll, either live or through over the ear headphones MP3's are good enough for me.  What used to be exceptional hearing is shot.  The highs and lows are gone.  All I've got left is the mid-range frequencies.

Ah well, the joys of growing old.

Enough for today, maybe I'll discuss my musical tastes in a future episode.
As always, Thanks.

See you tomorrow...