I'm completely addicted to iTunes, and my iPod. Right now, I have exactly 5,557 songs -- over three weeks worth of music. My iPod lives in not one, but two cases -- a hard shell, with another neoprene case on the outside.
And what's on right now is Play, by Moby. If you go to Moby's site, right on the homepage is a stunning picture of New York City at night. Take a look.
I lived in New York for three years, from around 1984 to 1988. I had just gotten out of college. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. All I did know is that I really wanted to move to New York, which I did. The biggest town I'd lived in up until then was about 10,000 people.
And Moby's music takes me right back to that time. It was an incredible place. New York has a magic that no other place on the planet can match. There's an awful lot wrong with it, and by the time I left, I could not wait to see that place in my rear view mirror.
But while I was living there, I had some incredible experiences, and have some incredible memories. At that time, Madonna was just becoming a big deal. Her music was everywhere. I remember, sadly now, standing at the base of the World Trade Center, looking up, and just being awestruck. I remember how the A train, the express subway line between 125th Street and, I think, 59th Street, was like riding a rocket in a tunnel.
New York city is so vast, so old, so complex, and so broken up that it's basically ungovernable. But it governs itself beautifully. The laws everyone follows are not the ones in the books, they're the ones that evolve. And the place had a sense of energy, of possibility, of adventure. I always had the sense that literally right around the corner, anything could be happening. Anything at all. You could see a murder, or fall in love, or find the best Chinese restaurant in the world. I did all three.
I have to get back to New York. Only a visit, but I want to see what's become of it.