An Ode to The Ipod Classic

Before I begin I would like to recognize the risk I am taking by eulogizing a rectangular, gray brick on this particular blog. AU is a space for fashion and west coast style and the iPod classic doesn’t exactly fit that mold. I promise I am not a luddite barking get-off-my-lawns to the millennial group in which I am a part of. As I intentionally twist the words of Julia Roberts, I’m just a boy, standing in front of a computer, trying to convince you that owning an iPod classic is still cool.

On September 9th, 2014, my birthday no less, Tim Cook walked out on stage and announced that Apple would be ending the production of the iPod Classic. Immediately gone were the bright commercials with the dancing silhouettes, the click wheel came to a grinding halt, and iTunes stop asking me to update every 15 minutes (oh wait, that actually hasn’t stopped). The announcement might have seemed innocuous to most, because streaming music and the iPhone have essentially replaced the need for a separate device, but there was a select group of us that were devastated.

Opening up a streaming music app is akin to walking into a Hometown Buffet (the gold standard of buffets) and not knowing where to start. You break out into a cold sweat and go back to the salad bar because it is what you know. Except in this case you go back to listening to the new Drake or latest Calvin Harris song that may or may not have been written by Taylor Swift. Or in my case you put Carly Rae Jepsen on repeat. There is too much to choose from!

When I zip through my iPod I have the last 10+ years of my musical explorations all in one spot and all offline. When I am listening in the car I don’t have to worry about Siri drop-blocking me by cutting into the EDM I used to think I liked. Or when I am sitting in the dentist’s office trying to reverse jinx my anxiety by listening to House of Pain, I don’t have to see an email for 30% off at the Best Buy I haven’t stepped into since I picked up two copies of No Strings Attached. My perfectly curated library sits alone without being crowded by Ultimate Indie radio or the “Songs that Get Drunk White Girls Excited” Playlist (it does exist, and it is admittedly awesome).

When I add music to my iPod it takes time. And if it takes time it means I really want it on there. I typically upload full albums because they tell a story and mark a moment in my life that I can go back to and remember where I was. I can spend time with the music and get insight on what the artists are trying to say and the nuances that exists in the sounds. All of this seems to be lost in our hyperactive, singles-driven lifestyle.

I can already hear you yelling back at me that I can store songs on my iPhone and build a library on the music apps, but real estate is precious on everyone’s phone. The storage is limited and I have to make sure I leave room to use the apps the let me get a ride from a stranger while I try to catch Pokemon and women on Tinder all at the same time. I don’t want to have to remove my Taking Back Sunday collection while I make space for Frank Ocean.

So let’s throw up a toast to 2001 when the first harry potter movie came out, Britney Spears played the halftime show, my 13-year-old-self felt weird things during that halftime performance, and Steve Jobs changed music forever. Also, let me know if you have an old one laying in your desk drawer, because when my current battery dies I am going to be one sad ginger. 

Keep on keeping on,