Those CD players with three loading trays were truly visionary at the time werenât they? Before iPods were a twinkle in Scott Jonesâ eye they were essential for parties, all night sessions on Playstations, for the cerebrally lazy and for putting on the three albums you bought that day and wanted to listen to. You no longer had to physically get up, think about what you wanted to put on next, argue with someone over whether the Second Coming was more worthy than the latest release from Modey Lemon, and all the other pointless arguments that you used to have about CD selection. You just chose three CDs and let them play. To every Yin there is a Yang, however. After a few hours of the first couple of CDs, youâd invariably get bored and do something else, or get caught up in a conversation about something that seemed important at the time, but was forgotten about the following morning. As a result the third CD would never get finished, or given the attention it deserved. At best it would be on in the background as a âmood-setterâ. For me, at least, this would result in one CD inhabiting the third space for ages, sometimes weeks on ends, as the first two would have been given my full attention, assigned a character and identity, and inhabit a place in both my mind and my CD collection.
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