I'm a Consumer Whore

But I prefer to think how marvelously long I resisted the urge, before finally giving in this Christmas and getting an iPod. Which I s’pose makes me merely a failed idealist, rather than an inspirational ascetic, but I’d prefer not to dwell on that. I despised iPod culture. Truly. A generation of youth cutting themselves off from the world. How snobbish can one be to go through life choosing the soundtrack from your white earbuds instead of the sounds of life. Question mark. And I still feel the echoes of that sentiment. An ambient soundtrack to my life and the universe would be miles beyond beautiful. But an impenetrable bubble? Not so much. Or so I thought. And then I walked through the dark streets of Oxford with my new iPod and danced down the lane with Sleep Station filling my world and I thought, ‘There’s the trouble.’ It’s not so much that people go through life tuned solely into their music. It’s that they do it… and don’t seem to care. My world was heavenly that night; in the bitter cold, under the moonlit clouds, as I danced and sang my way back to the flat. If I’m to turn my life into a music video, then by God I’m going all out. I shan’t walk in to work stony faced, and claim the music helps me relax. No. I’ll float into work, with a chorus dancing along beside me, maybe some surreal imagery, a bit of slow motion camera work, a few emotional close ups, crowd scenes during the chorus, and a poignant final shot as the camera recedes into the distance. Care to join me? Pick a beautiful song. Any beautiful song.

We’ll film tomorrow night.