I finally stopped by my post office box yesterday to pick up the mail that has accumulated over several days. Normally, I cruise by on my way to or from the day job and things don't pile up. Life, however, has been a bit abnormal lately, so I haven't been able to get in there, and it just hasn't seemed that pressing. After all, in the era of online socializing, I rarely get any personal mail, so that's not a motivator. Most of my bills come to me via email, so I don't need to worry about those. I occasionally get a new movie from Netflix or a check from a freelance client, but those aren't enough to excite me. Tonight, however, when I opened up my post office box, I saw the things that energize and enliven me: CDs.
When I get new CDs - whether in the mail or digitally delivered - I feel like a kid on Christmas. I can't wait to tear into the padded envelope, take a perfunctory glance through the press release and take my first listen. In a lot of ways, I have the same response to a new bottle of cheap shampoo or shower gel. Today's CDs - one from a singer-songwriter and the other by a deceased 16-year-old Brazilian boy - are enough to jump up and down about. But, as I got home was slipping the discs into my MacBook, the thing that was really making me salivate was the album from a local musician that was slowly downloading to my computer.
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