CD Baby!

I am a music aficionado. I can not help it. Some folks become drug addicts...I am a music addict.

The digital age has allowed me to stop buying CDs. I download everything. Occasionally I fall in love with an artist who is not on a major label. This makes downloading difficult, and I have to revert back to the CD.

Yesterday I bought a CD off one such the site; CD Baby. They sent me this email:

Your CD has been gently taken from our CD Baby shelves with
sterilized contamination-free gloves and placed onto a satin pillow.

A team of 50 employees inspected your CD and polished it to make sure
it was in the best possible condition before mailing.

Our packing specialist from Japan lit a candle and a hush fell over
the crowd as he put your CD into the finest gold-lined box that money
can buy.

We all had a wonderful celebration afterwards and the whole party
marched down the street to the post office where the entire town of
Portland waved "Bon Voyage!" to your package, on its way to you, in
our private CD Baby jet on this day, Sunday, November 4th.

I hope you had a wonderful time shopping at CD Baby. We sure did.
Your picture is on our wall as "Customer of the Year." We're all
exhausted but can't wait for you to come back to CDBABY.COM!!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Sigh...

--
Derek Sivers, president, CD Baby



These folks are such smart asses and I love them for it. I may have to go back to buying CDs just to see what kind of email they will send me next.

An unrelated word about downloads: I download from several different sites. JL has the password to one such site and occasionally I'll log on and see that "someone" has downloaded some weird ass shit using my account. I'm talking about things like the Legally Blond soundtrack or The Spice Girls.
What I am listening to: Cansei der Ser Sexy - Hot Hot Sex. The name of the band (hereafter referred to as CSS) means "I'm tired of being sexy" in Portuguese. And you know what? I AM tired of being sexy all the time. It's hard work. I am here to testify that I am living proof that its a very short journey from being sexy all the time to walking around in sweat pants with unbrushed hair. Ummm, not that I would EVER do that.