I love new toys. Especially when they have a functional purpose as well.
I have spent a lot of time being unconvinced about the need in my life for an MP3 player.
I am now an instant convert. And the sound quality at 96 mps is fine, the main limiter being earphones. Certainly doesn't seem any worse than listening to CDs on a Walkperson. Probably not for the audiphile, though.
Mine arrived on Friday and I have spent a lot of time since transferring a sliver of my CD collection there onto.
Apparently, it's already quarter full, but I feel as though I have barely skimmed the surface. That having been said, there's a lot of duplication. I mean how many times do I need one singer singer Una furtiva lagrima (probably four less than I have - but I'll have to do a comparative listen and decide which one to keep...)
The battery seemed to be getting low about mid afternoon, but actually it held out until halfway up Brixton Hill, so that was cool. I had it on shuffle and my colleague decided to Fast Forward through "Mozart, Mozart, Mozart...Cyndi Lauper...okay, interesting"
Later in the day, two of them burst out laughing at the sound of cRap emanating from my ears. I thought I had judiciously omitted all the dodgyness when I was uploading a few compilation CDs yesterday. But I had underestimated quite how grotesque Run DMC v Jason Nevin is, as I fought a sensory assault and couldn't fling the earphones off quickly enough to press pause/delete.
The runner up Song of the Day is Underworld's Born Slippy, which is just so weird. It has all this ambient stuff that gets me going, then suddenly it breaks into "lager lager lager lager Mega mega white thing Mega mega white thing". I don't think the lyrics hold up to scrutiny but it goes from being trance studenty music to the sort of thing that chav blokes shout in the pub thinking it makes them cool. But what the hell, good music transcends genre...
But my Song of the Day is one that arrived in the post this morning Rolando Villazón singing Com'è gentil from Donizetti's Don Pasquale. I must do a comparison against Juan Diego Florez's version. I am such an anorak.
