Thursday, October 1, 2015
Headphones, Hormones and Gramophones
My emotions spun with abandon
At 33 RPM
The lyrics, beat and volume,
Related to who I am.
These songs soon played again and again,
On a malfunctioning 8 track tape…
A Mobius loop of redundancy;
Off switches the only escape.
My emotions were fragile; unfinished
On an unflipped or broken cassette…
Scotch taped, rewound with a pencil,
They still aren’t playable yet.
Technology destroyed my musicians,
Brought back to life only on disk…
Our holy collections of a lifetime,
Sold on eBay at your own risk.
My life tunes suddenly died again
My history turned digital downloads…
A glass of wine and Amazon,
Allowed a revisit to my back roads.
Earphones are awkward in old age,
Low volume is painfully loud…
It isn’t much of a problem though
I can’t locate my playlist on Cloud.