That’s a whale of a tune

This is one of the reasons why I’m not getting a MacBook yet: inevitable obsession!

Dom Joly: How iTunes took over my life
Published: 10 December 2006

I’m in a state of total obsession. Following four changes of laptops and a complete hard-drive crash, my iTunes music collection is severely corrupted. …

… So, with the purchase of a new, sexy, matt-black MacBook, I’ve started the process of rebuilding my library from scratch, by feeding all my CDs into it, one by painful one. I think I have about 2,000 CDs. Of these, at any one time, I probably only regularly listen to… 10 or 20, and these are ignored the moment I get a new album to listen to. I’m a voracious listener and am constantly get hooked on something that I play to death. …

Every waking moment of my life is now spent in front of my laptop with a huge pile of CDs on my right (not yet in) and an even huger pile on my left (in). Sometimes, on the rare occasions when I leave the house, Stacey cleans up and moves the piles. I come back and start divorce proceedings while wiping away the tears of frustration. I’m about 400 CDs in and the doubts are starting to set in. Do I really need more than one Miles Davis album? I know that technically, I should love him, but I don’t really. I pose and put it on when it’s sunny and there are people having drinks in the garden as it sounds both classy and cool, but surely one is enough? What about Spandau Ballet’s greatest hits collection? I do love the song “True” and even have a tiny passion for their contribution to the Northern Irish debate – “Through The Barricades”. But “Musclebound”, “Gold”… when am I going to listen to them? Moments before suicide, perhaps? Let’s have a look at my right-hand pile: Therapy?, Essential Skint, Slade, Future Sound Of London, Alison Moyet (what? – oh, phew, that’s Stacey’s), Monster Magnet… who the hell are Monster Magnet? Maybe I could just ignore these and move on quicker. But I can’t, everything must be in my laptop, must… have… more… music. I’m up to 10 solid days’ worth and I want a month at least.

When I put my iPod on random shuffle it sometimes plays a song of unbelievable beauty that I’ve never even heard before. It’s hidden away on a CD that I just bought for one particular song. When I’m in an edit trying to think of what to use as a soundtrack on my TV shows, I love skimming through my library trying to find the perfect song to help some less than perfectly funny moment slip past the viewer as they’re lulled into insouciance by the tune.

I love music and need to possess it all: everything that’s ever been recorded (except maybe drum and bass). I have a Leo Sayer album for christ’s sake!

Got to go now, must feed the beast. What’s next? Ah yes, Tahiti 80, Wallpaper for the Soul – another undiscovered classic. Eat my beauty, eat …

Plus, more reason not to hunt whales, gorramit:

Whales in love: Like humans, their brains are wired for romance
They are the touchy-feelies of the deep, with a capacity to experience love and attachment, thanks to some tiny cells, new research shows
By Renee Knight
Published: 10 December 2006

We know that they sing, sending musical waves through the deep as they travel in complex family units. We know that they appear stricken with grief when one of them dies. And now we know that the great whales of the world are capable of loving.

A remarkable new study will reveal that whales – hunted for centuries by man, and lauded in ancient literature for their mystical qualities – have the ability to experience love and also deep-rooted emotional suffering. …

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