Amidst the clamor over Apple's new devices, Mat Honan's personal essay on the quiet death of the iPod classic is a surprisingly affecting paean to individuality, freedom of information, and the single-use digital device as a window to one's soul.
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For ten years my iPod—in various incarnations—was my constant companion. It went with me on road trips and backpacking through the wilderness. I ran with it. I swam with it. (In a waterproof case!) I listened to sad songs that reminded me of friends and family no longer with me. I made a playlist for my wife to listen to during the birth of our first child, and took the iPod with us to the hospital. I took one to a friend's wedding in Denmark, where they saved money on a DJ by running a four hour playlist, right from my iPod. And because the party lasted all night, they played it again.
Everyone played everything again and again.
And now it's dead. Gone from the Apple Store. Disappeared, while we were all looking at some glorified watch.
In all likelihood we're not just seeing the death of the iPod Classic, but the death of the dedicated portable music player. Now it's all phones and apps. Everything is a camera. The single-use device is gone—and with it, the very notion of cool that it once carried. The iPhone is about as subversive as a bag of potato chips, and music doesn't define anyone anymore.
Soon there will be no such thing as your music library. There will be no such thing as your music. We had it all wrong! Information doesn't want to be free, it wants to be a commodity. It wants to be packaged into apps that differ only in terms of interface and pricing models. It wants to be rented. It wants to reveal nothing too personal, because we broadcast it to Facebook and we should probably turn on a private session so our boss doesn't see that we listen to Anaconda on repeat and think we're high at work. (Point of information: Why is he on Facebook at work?)