RIP ipod nano – I’ll always love you the most
I’ll never forget my first ipod. A hefty brick of a thing with a fondness for going missing in the bottom of my overpacked handbag and getting covered in lipstick, it was the love of my life. I crammed it full of the kind of music a teenage girl should fill an ipod with: ‘ABBA gold’, everything the Smiths ever recorded, endless motown, the glummest nick Cave and leonard Cohen records, plenty of p**sed-off punk rock, tlc’s ‘Crazysexycool’ and a smattering of pretentious jazz that I’d skip if it had the cheek to pop up when I hit shuffle.
I took it everywhere – college, clubs, holidays, shopping trips. my lovely brick immediately replaced the minidisc player I’d been carting around for the previous year due to its seemingly limitless storage capacity and propensity to make people go “ooh” when I ran my finger across its trackwheel of joy. every CD I owned fit onto the device, as did most of mum’s and my mates’ too – perfect for boosting the music collection at zero cost to me. over the years my ipod was replaced and reloaded numerous times and I eventually settled on my favourite style, the superlightweight ipod nano, which I still use to this day. news, then, that the nano and shuffle models are to be discontinued – following the death of the ipod classic in 2014 – has hit me hard. this morning, on the way to work, I held my teeny-tiny ipod that little bit tighter than usual and promised that I’d never leave its side – well, not until its hardware started freezing and the headphone jack became so full of crud that it stopped working entirely (yes, ipod nano I owned from 2012 to 2014, I’m talking about you).
of course, Apple’s discontinuation of every type of ipod is linked to the fact that iphones have fully functional ipod capabilities, and give you the chance to stream music via Apple’s own platform, among others. But I like keeping my phone and music separate and I’m sure I’m not the only one. Save the phone for the illadvised late-night texts, takeaway food apps, pictures of your dinner on Instagram and the occasional phone call. music is better than all that. music deserves its own appliance, music deserves not to be uninterrupted by nuisance PPI calls and music deserves still to be flooding into my ears on those days when I accidentally-on-purpose leave my phone at home so I don’t have to deal with the bulls**t of modern life for one sweet, sweet day every couple of months. @leoniemaycooper
“Music deserves not to be interrupted by PPI calls”