While siting through the piles of junk in my childhood bedroom, I found an old iPod classic, which by some miracle still works. I’ve had a blast the last week, bouncing through with this time capsule in my pocket. It’s also reshaped how I’ve listened to music recently.
Instead of diving into Spotify in search of something that inevitably winds up unsatisfying, I’ve been cruising through shuffle and revisiting old playlists, independent bands, and home demos, much of which isn’t available on Spotify. Without an infinite selection of music, I’m more intentional about what I play.
Divorcing my music from my phone has been a blessing in other ways too. My attention isn’t siphoned off into texting or checking my email. Listening on my iPod forced me to be more present with the music, which is never a bad thing.