I’ve opened Pandora’s Box and I’ve found a magic wand for any emotion my mind wants to channel. My husband, My Boulder, has been pushing for me to listen to Pandora Radio for years. The answer has always been an overwhelming, “No, thank you. Traditional radio and my old, iTunes playlists are just fine.”
Just like Satellite Radio, I don’t give into new things easily. I didn’t succumb to cable, until HBO decided to make quality TV and I had a kid, so The Real Housewives could let me live mindlessly and vicariously. I refrain, especially, when there are over a hundred options. It’s overwhelming and I find myself discombobulated in the shuffle. The more channels, the less likely I’ll find anything worth watching. Too many options are deceiving. Too many choices make it tougher to decide.
Even if I pick a few XM Radio stations and save them in my car stereo’s memory, I wonder what might be new and playing on the radio. I might be missing out on some new song that might sing to me, if I get hooked on Classic Vinyl for a week or stuck in Punk.
I had no idea that Pandora Radio would let me have the best of both worlds. I could create 100+ different channels of my own design, see them in the left sidebar and choose based on my mood. It’s my On Demand for music.
My station creations are like the rungs of my roller coaster. Instead of basing my classic vinyl collection on the years conceived like in High Fidelity, I separate records and tracks by the emotions I need to close my eyes to or get down and boogie to. I have an endless list of self-made channels that speak to my own personal psyche and surround sound.
I keep telling my husband, “Why, why, why…did you introduce me to this?” Not because I’m angry, but because I’m irritated that he’s handed me a new addiction. I am caught in anticipation of the next, possibly new song that I may hear. Or, the old song that I forgot existed, but matches my mood perfectly.
If the makers of Pandora Radio are sitting in seats lined with $$$$, listening to music on their Mark Levinson, premium, surround sound stereos in their pimped up Bentleys, then justice has prevailed in entertainment. I can carry boxes full of CDs. I can create an iTunes playlist with all of my old-time favorites. But, I can never create a channel of new favorites mixed in with the old, in the way of Pandora Radio.
It’s like someone keeps updating my mental, musical hard drive. The commercials always break my mood, but make for great bathroom breaks…from my new obsession. There are no demons in this box, just musical crack.
The myths are true…at the bottom of this box is the Spirit of Hope, Elpis.