My Walkman
Was my best friend at times. It was bulky, it had solid clicky buttons, but it never broke down, never chewed a tape and always agreed with my choice of music. I listened to that Walkman in the desert, in the city, at home come sunshine or rain. My Walkman had cheesy band stickers on it, bits of tape to hold the battery cover on and patched up headphones, but I always acknowledged its shabbiness as a life shared.

Of course, like all technological best friends I lost interest in it when a better model came along. The slimline Sanyo double cassette deck with radio in white meant that no longer my superb choice of music would be mine alone, I now got to piss of my family with all manner of 80's dross played loudly and often.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Sun 7 Nov 2010, 5:37, 2 replies)

Sorry kind of unrelated
but what I love about the industry of mobile music listening is....

Oooh we're black
OOOOH Now we're WHITE
Oooh now the cool kids have black
OOOOH It's white again!!
OOOOOOOOOOOH it's SILVER!!!
Silver is tacky, back to BLACK swish ooooooh.
OOOOH Now we're WHITE
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Sun 7 Nov 2010, 7:14, closed)

Never unrelated when you are talking colours of music players.
Someone out there is earns big quids choosing just the right colour of white, grey or black to make us look even cooler. Luckily, as an old bugger I now just hang onto old stuff which means that it will come around again and we have outsmarted the bastards!
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Sun 7 Nov 2010, 7:34, closed)