RIP ipod nano – I’ll al­ways love you the most

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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”

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