RIP Larry: December 2004- July 2005

Due to extenuating circumstances involving several varieties of muscle relaxants, a bottle of Maker's Mark, precariously positioned speakers and a lot of Style Council, my Ipod Larry fell in the dishwasher and subsequently ran through a washing cycle several months back. Needless to say, Larry did not survive.

I used to hate the concept of Ipods, and being a somewhat anally dedicated vinyl hound, I was wary of this new technology for quite sometime. I finally found that my desire to carry around every song ever (and my jealousy of those who were already doing so) was so strong that I gave in to convenience and technology and got an Ipod, which I named Larry.

Initially, Larry was a bit like crack. I would sit at my computer in burning and downloading frenzies, obsessing about how many days of music I had succeeded in downloading, and how many playlists I had composed. Larry eventually became my best friend and my confidant. He knew me so well that when he was on shuffle, he would play something cheery like The Avalanches and avoid the Pet Shop Boys during my darkest times, and always knew when to go for the guilty pleasures.

I am going to try and take Larry to a trusted doctor in a store bearing the symbol that Larry so faithfully wears on his back, even in his rest.

I implore you fine, fine readers, pray for Larry and pray that my bullshitting skills are enough to bring Larry back to life free-of-charge.