The information age is an widely expressed term, and accurate. IMDB is an app secured on the front page of my iPhone. The logical reason is scanning the Trivia page after or during every movie I watch. Sick, isn’t it? If I have a question about anything I can Wiki it. If the need comes that I must find out the whereabouts of an old friend I can often find them on facebook, if not, googleing still serves it’s purpose. Nothing is long waited for in 2009. Well, except I still cannot find James Madison, who I knew since pre-school and was a pen-pal of mine until I turned twenty. There’s a lot of that name out there. [NOTE: James Madison of Mrs. Helmsteddar’s morning Kindergarten…call me.]
Today I was driving to work. I was humming Peter Gabriel’s Solsbury Hill. It was one of those moments where the song was stuck, but I could not get past a certain point of the melody. Usually if I get a song stick up in my brain I hate it. This time, I needed to hear the rest of the lyrics…NOW! Stalled in stupid traffic, I had plenty of time to fire up the iPhone, load the itunes store and pay 99 cents and listen to the whole song. I love that song. I love that I was instantly gratified. I hope I don’t make a habit of morning commute song purchases,. Ninety-nine cents is not a huge fee. If I did it everytime I was thinking of a song, I could go broke.
And so you don’t go buy it, have a listen: