The CD At 30

Happy 30th birthday to the compact disc, hundreds of which sit in my living room, taking up space and staring resentfully at my iPod. Oh, CDs! When I think of how much money I spent on you back when we all actually paid for music I sometimes wonder how different my life would have been otherwise, but then I figure that I probably would have blown all that cash on something else, like books, which are even more bulky. So I guess I’m okay with it. Thank you for all the hours of recorded enjoyment. Hey, do you remember the longbox? If you are in your twenties you almost certainly do not, so ask an older friend to tell you (but get set to be bored). Anyway, many happy returns, you dying piece of history.