The nuances, offerings and mysteries of the Internet never cease to amaze. Of course, you folks savvy in the ways of the cyber-world will chuckle at my infantile delight over this newest find, but I am, just as I was with my über-blog, riveted to my monitor, experiencing "mouse-finger syndrome" and tip-tapping away on my most recent acquisition.
I have now enetered the realm of the most wicked and unlawful - P2P. My rationale: someone, somewhere bought the audio. Comparable to me duping a CD and giving it to a friend. Nevertheless, it is said to be illegal and every time I click the 'download' button, a frisson of wanton disregard scuttles up my spine and tiny spurts of endorphins are circulated through my cerebrum. No wonder this stuff is addictive; eyes bulging, lips withered from lack of hydration, blood racing as I get more hunch-backed through the night. Searching for ever more transcendent and ellusive cuts.
So in a matter of minutes, hours; I have the nascent library of an audiophile. Have discovered musicians, artists and creators on a world-wide network that submissively responds to my queries, presenting me with virtual cornucopias of choices.
"My phone's on 'Vibrate' for you..."
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