I’m not an early adopter. At all. Like, if a Blackberry had a better camera, I’d still be typing away on that cute little keypad. That’s part of the reason I wigged when I heard of Apple’s “big plans” to phase out iTunes.
It’s almost too difficult for me to type. I’m actually proud of myself that I got through that sentence.
I don’t pay attention to Apple news because I’m not an Apple girl, but I almost wonder if it would have been appropriate for them to have a bank of counselors/IT consultants available for sad/terrified/shocked/emotionally-paralyzed iTunes users to reach out to once they heard this horrible news.
iTunes is like my lifeblood. It’s my legal Napster. And Napster’s cousin that I can’t remember anymore.
I’m probably one of the last humans on Earth (besides my parents) who doesn’t subscribe to a streaming music service. I still listen to Pandora, for crying out loud. With ads. And, I still use stock earbuds, with cords. I know I’m a dinosaur on that one, because I see it when I enter starting chutes at races and find I’m the only one wrestling with where my cord is going to go – like the spaz that I am.
…the Apple people are saying, though.
“The library you’ve spent your adult life building will still be available.”
With a new app.
Here’s why I hate that answer. I’m not down with new apps on my phone. I’m weird like that. I use my phone for the most basic purposes, like timing the kids on the stopwatch function when they hold their breath, and cursing at it when I can’t figure out how to input a new contact.
The usual, you know?
So now Apple is making me get a new app so I can access the music I already bought. Fine. But my nano – you read that absolutely correctly – isn’t WiFi enabled and doesn’t have apps, which Mr. Cook should know since they invented it.
Now I’m sweating about the whole thing.
I get tangled in Christmas lights so this whole transfer and download thing is nauseating. I have Amazon Prime, but can’t figure out how to make playlists, because I’m ancient. And I wouldn’t hate the idea of subscribing – but I don’t want to run with my phone.
It’s enormous compared to my tiny nano, which has never done anything but do its job perfectly. Except that one time it malfunctioned at the gym – ugh – and some robot lady inside it insisted on announcing every song that played, along with the artist name and which playlist it lived in.
But that was only once. I think it was just trying to step up or something.
So, send help, I guess? Talk me through this. How do I keep what I love – a simple, low-tech life with good music that I can squeeze with my hand? Until I get that answer, I’ll just embrace denial on this one.
Because reality is too upsetting.