I considered buying 2014 Forest Hills Drive from iTunes at midnight, but the album booklet might convince me otherwise. Bank accounts just don’t have enough in them to allow the luxury of mass purchases, so I understand when the funds are low, that needs trump wants. It’s unlikely that he’ll ever understand he’s 17, and proficient with downloading. I almost slapped my baby cousin last week when he reached for the aux to play "Firing Squad," and I couldn’t allow him to ruin my abstinence. My current car doesn’t have a CD player the aux chord has been the medium for music since I got this model. Even when I buy albums through iTunes, I'd rather have that physical copy experience – one the internet isn’t able to recreate. It’s about giving sentimental value to your possession. You don’t unwrap a Christmas gift on the 15th, play with it until the 22th, and re-warp it expecting a surprise on the 25th. It’s easier to purchase a product that is new, that I haven’t spent the last seven days indulging. If I download it, I probably won’t buy it. Your hands on the wheel swerving through traffic, the beat knocking as you accelerate, hearing all the lyrics you can’t wait to quote, skipping the radio single that was played out months ago, unable to tweet, unable to text, just you and this intimate moment with the album. It’s an experience, all the interactions just to acquire this sound, finally freed from the prison of waiting, and the feeling is rewarding. Find the nearest interstate and let your wings spread for about five or six exits, while you got this album pulsating out of the speakers. Unwrap the plastic, break the seal, eject, inject, and then fly out the parking lot. I remember when I purchased Oxymoron my cashier took one look at the cover, a look that seemed frightened crossed her face and I knew her virgin, country pop ears weren’t ready for whatever awaited me in my car. ![]() There’s a feeling of triumphant once you have it in your hand, as the cashier tells you that it’s been flying off the shelves. I’ve been going to the same Best Buy for years, about twenty minutes away from home, spending the drive blasting the artist's previous album, possibly the better mixtape, with anticipation building at every red light, and eagerness at every stop sign. Nothing is better than a Tuesday morning, with weather in the high 70s, windows down and a tank full of gas. Waiting for that album you’re anticipating, knowing it will be all new music, it’s like being a kid again. I love the anxiousness it reminds me of Christmas Eve, when it was the longest day of the year, clocks moving on turtle time. There’s no feeling in going to Spotify, no connection with Mediafire. When it comes to music, music I truly want to support, I want a deeper connection than just downloading the album a week early.
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