When it comes to music, I’m a creature of habit. My record collection, and by record I mean vinyl, is still organized neatly in a cabinet waiting for the day I can find a stylus for my antique Technics turntable. Until then, I have learned to live with an iPod, which I own only because my 12-year-old son purchased a new one and shamed me into taking his hand-me-down MP3 player. Although I have given in to this new digital techno-magic, my taste in music has not come so far. The collection on my iPod reflects many years of listening to songs repeatedly and filtering out those that don’t make the cut. It’s a very exclusive group that I make changes to about as often as a Clear Channel radio station changes its own playlists (read: not very much). Adding a new song to my iPod is a major step for me and one that I do not take lightly. In the event I die while enjoying my music, I don’t want some paramedic picking up my headset and remarking that it must have been the shit I was listening to that killed me. With that said, I trust you’ll understand that the addition of Primal Incantation to my eternal playlist is a very big deal.
