Picture this: I’m six years old, basking in the Southern California sun, belting out my own rendition of “Dance: Ten; Looks: Three” from A Chorus Line. I don’t grasp the deeper meaning of the song, but the show’s emotional depth and its blend of humor and desire envelop me as I perform. My mother is nearby, yet I don’t need her to handle the music; the air is filled with a symphony from magnificent speakers, creating a theater both in my living room and my imagination.
What’s missing from this nostalgic scene? A glaring computer screen. I didn’t need to navigate a chaotic iTunes playlist or deal with the frustrating sounds of a computer’s subpar speakers. Instead, I immersed myself in the rich melodies of “What I Did for Love” and “One,” letting the music surround me.
Fast forward to a moment of frustration when I wanted to share “More” from the Dick Tracy soundtrack with my daughter. This was a cherished part of my childhood, played endlessly during road trips, and I yearned to recreate that magic. However, our old boombox had given up on us, and I found myself at a loss. I wasn’t about to upload my beloved CD to my ancient iTunes library, wrestling with its confusing interface.
As I scrambled to find the song, my daughter’s attention drifted away to a flashy YouTube video. I felt defeated by the allure of the glowing screen, which seemed to distract us from the shared experience we were supposed to have.
“Not happening!” I declared, only to be met with my husband’s rational voice, reminding me that now wasn’t the time for unnecessary expenses. “Yes, we are!” I retorted. I needed something—anything—with speakers! I ended up purchasing a modest CD player with the most essential features: a radio and two delightful speakers.
The irony? It’s the inconvenience of this stereo that captivated my three-year-old. We had enjoyed music together before, but now, she could physically engage with it. She chooses a CD, gently places it into the player, and eagerly watches it spin. Once it’s ready, she presses “play” and is entranced by the music.
It’s not just about the superior sound; she understands the origin of the music. Unlike a computer that constantly demands attention with notifications and other distractions, this simple device has one purpose: to play music. When a CD finishes, she excitedly swaps it out for another, relishing the process itself.
Since bringing the CD player into our home, our lives have transformed. We now enjoy music while drawing, and today, we listened to Charlie Parker as rain pattered outside. Board games are far more enjoyable with the likes of Stevie Wonder and Madonna providing a lively soundtrack. When we dance, we’re completely absorbed in the music, free from the distractions of digital devices. The technology no longer drains the joy from our experience.
This morning, we played through the entire Dick Tracy album. Finally, I could share the song “More” with my daughter, singing the catchy lyrics that remind us of life’s pleasures.
And there it was—the enchanting power of music when experienced without a screen. With sound filling the space, there’s always more to discover, more to feel, and more to imagine. Our recent purchase may have cost us around $50, but what we’ve gained in joy is immeasurable.
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In the end, nothing beats the experience of enjoying music together, free from the confines of technology that can so easily distract us!