Who Killed The Music?

The tale I have to serve up today is one of regret, senseless crime, and the human condition.

About four months ago, my iPod was stolen.

While I was performing Aladdin, somebody went into my dressing room (and I had my own dressing room,) into my BACKPACK, and made off with my iPod. If you know much about me, you know how big an audiophile I am, and pretty much the ONLY way I listen to music these days is via Pod. So, to recap, while I was spending every iota of free time at the State Theatre being painted blue and hoisted by my privates for the entertainment of thousands of Chippewa Valley theatre-goers, somebody stole my most prized possession. How's that for gratitude?

So anyway, I've been deprived of my music for far too long, and being too poor to just go and pick up another Pod, there's nothing I can do about it. I've been jogging back from work lately, and doing that with no music to distract me from the exercise makes it three times as hard for me. Yes, times are tough for this suburban cowboy...

Enter silver lining: Tax return.

I'm getting a boatload of cash back from Uncle Sam, and hopefully soon I will have something to fill that rectangular hole in my heart. Until then, I'm filling my new computer's iTunes with all the songs from CDs I own, CDs my friends own, and straight up Internet theft, so that when I do get an iPod again it'll be just like old times.

Sidenote: I'm listening to The Academy Is right now. I forgot how much of a home run "Almost Here" is. If you've never been, get your hands on this album. It'll change your life.