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So, I’m annoyed.

I saw the OKGO debut CD in the
cheapie aisle at Tower (shh — we wanted to browse!) and jumped on
it. (I’d been meaning to buy it for a while, but “meaning to buy”
doesn’t have much in common with “will buy” in my world. Yeah, I know.)

The disc is fucked up. No, I’m not talking about the awesome experimental pop that Dave was talking
about, because I can’t hear it. The disc itself is
broken. It’s mismastered, or heat-damaged, or made entirely out of
dark matter. My iMac squeaks on it for a minute and spits it out; my
stereo can’t find any tracks. Now
I’m going to have to go back to Tower and exchange it. Ugh.

I suppose you’re going to tell me that this is what I get from buying
from slimy supercorporate retailers instead of the tiny little
wholesome independent music store down at the intersection of
University and Cannabis in Berkeley, where they magically provide the
music that I was looking for without buying from any of
the major megasuperutlraübercorporations that publish
music. Well, take another drag.

(Epilogue: It turns out that the iMac will retract its CD tray after
it’s been left hanging open for about 5 minutes while the user writes a
weblog entry. That’s awesome.)