Every now and then, as I surf around the podosphere, I come across little gem of iPod writing that falls outside of the usual techno-centric, gadget-lust reporting. I Am A Diamond posted by Deezee at Confessional Highway starts with a random technological glitch, and leads to the very personal connection between music and memory. It begins:

My iPod woke me during the night as if it needed to tell me something. At first I wasn’t willing to listen, disturbed by the call to wakefulness via a tune playing from speakers across the room.

“Huh?” I thought.

I saw the glowing light of the iPod screen announcing its operational status. Still disoriented by sleep lingering in my body, I reached for the tiny remote sitting on my nightstand, fumbled over the buttons, and hit ‘off.’ I set down the remote and rolled over, eager to return to dream state. Within seconds, the music started up again, and once again I reached for the remote. I clicked ‘off,’ and before I could even place the remote back on my nightstand, the music started again. Like a comedic tug-o-war, I repeatedly hit ‘off’ and the iPod repeatedly rebounded to life. It was not to be silenced.

This story reminds me that, as far as I know, the first great iPod-related novel has yet to be written. No, don’t look at me… I have a hard enough time coming up with a couple hundred words a day to post on this site.

By the way, the song featured in the story, Broken by Antigone Rising, is available at available at the iTunes Store.

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