Music is dying and prime suspect is a 10-year-old
In the decade since its launch, the iPod has transformed the way we listen to music -- but not for the better, writes James Delingpole
Can you remember where you were when you saw your first iPod? I can, for two reasons. The first is that the location was so bizarre: Africa's remotest safari camp, on the Namibian/Angolan border. And the second is that it was the only thing at dinner that evening capable of supplanting the newly launched 'War on Terror' as the main conversational topic.
It's easy to be blasé about something that has grown so ubiquitous in the decade since it was launched. But at the time, the iPod felt really special. I remember how we all passed the newfangled contraption around the table, with the kind of reverence, awe and puzzlement normally associated with lost Amazonian tribesmen encountering their first aeroplane.
We gingerly stroked the strange clicky wheel thing that scrolled through the contents. We quizzed the owner -- a trendy photographer -- as to the unimaginably vast number of CDs this magical device could store. And, of course, we all wanted one very, very badly, because this was clearly the future, and it clearly worked.