I love music.
In fact, I often quote one of my all-time favorite singer/songwriters, Rich Mullins, who sang, a bit too prophetically, about his death, "Now that this is all ending, I wanna hear some music once again, 'cause it's the finest thing that I have ever found."
I remember once saying as a teenager that when I died I wanted someone to put a Sony Walkman in the casket with a set of earphones on my head.
Of course nowadays a Walkman is obsolete. They have been replaced, rather ubiquitously, with MP3 players.
As much as I love music, I have yet to join the MP3 world. There are several reasons for this resistance. I'd like to pretend that they are mostly philosophical and a stubborn bent away from such modern conveniences, but in reality I think it has a whole lot more to do with time and money. I don't have an overabundance of either.
I know if I broke down and bought an MP3 player, it would be useless without songs on it. That requires putting them on there and purchasing new tunes online. I just don't have that kind of time. I already spend too much time online with Facebook, I don't need another addiction.
Unfortunately I also wouldn't have much time to actually listen to the selected music. Nowadays my musical selections tend toward Disney soundtracks, Vacation Bible School songs, and other children's music, thanks of course to my three-year-old daughter.
A few years ago the most likely song to get stuck in my head was Margaritaville. (I'm no parrothead, but there's something about that song that just sticks with me!) Nowadays I think if I hear "To Infinity And Beyond" off of Joellen's Toy Story 3 CD one more time, it may be permanently burned into my cranium.
Plus, if I did have an MP3 player, I bet she'd find a way to take it over like she has our car stereo, television, DVD player, and VCR. I know it all has to happen with our permission, but it would happen. So I guess I'll fall further out of current trends and stick with a few stolen moments listening to my CDs and the radio. After all, parents are supposed to be hopelessly "square" or whatever the term is these days, right? (I'm guessing my nerd factor was just exponentially heightened by my use of the word square. It really is hopeless.)