So, where does that leave us now? With America’s nostalgia bloodlust, you’ve skyrocketed in price on Craigslist and Ebay. I’ll admit—a week ago I tried to pawn you off on a poor college student for $300, but had forgotten that I previously destroyed your hard drive after a drunken run-in with floor this past summer. Maybe it was fate telling me I should never let go.
I understand why your life came to an end—snubbed in a world that values new music over reliability and convenience. You were a product of the time and the times are a-changin’. We’ll always remember you and, for the ones who still have you in working condition, we’ll play you until your last circuit shorts out. You were more than a music player—you were a monument, a symbol, a sign that technology had advanced. I bid you adieu.
Goodnight, sweet prince.
Jeremy Glass is the Vice editor for Supercompressor and has broken a grand total of six iPods in his life.