Poked my head in next door to pick up a new Bill Frisell (which I didn't know was out until I heard my pal Neal playing it on the morning jazz show- mortifying!) and receive assurances from Frank that he's bringing the funk in a suitably hardcore death metal way.
Malik popped out of the back room and pressed a listening copy on me, with the stipulation I return it before he clocked out for the day.
As one of the pages of my personal Life's Little Instruction Book instructs the reader to listen to anything Malik recommends, I took it with me.
But!
The store no longer has a CD player- it cashed in sometime last year and in the meandering way of used book stores worldwide has yet to be replaced. For my part I imported an iPod dock for those times when the local NPR station is taken over by progressive talk radio or local city council meetings.
As despair descended on coal black wings, a spark of realization kindled in the palsied brain of your humble narrator.
Say wait a minute....could I just....why yes...yes, wait....by Jove I can just stick the CD in the computer and have the devil iTunes automagically drain its soul!
As much as it galls me to have anything birthed of Jobs save the day, credit where credit is due.
Thanks, Steve!
/edit
Oh good, I found something to complain about-
iTunes rips CDs really, really, really, nearly indefensibly slowly.
Damn you anyway, Jobs!
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