It's All Over Now, Baby Blue

I'm saying goodbye to CDs.
What was it that kept me on them for so long?
Maybe inertia. Holding on to what you've been doing is always comforting.. if it ain't broke maybe don't fix it.
Maybe it's the whole ritual of dashing to the store, scouring aisle upon aisle, with that splice of song madly looping in your mix-tape mind.
And maybe even the rite of handing over money you don't hardly have.
And maybe not finding what you were looking for, in this and all the other stores, and coming away convinced, not a little unpleased, that you maybe know something no one else does.

Maybe buying music on-line just seems too easy. A click of the mouse and maybe if you have broadband, there! it’s on your hard-drive.
Maybe you’re thinking how can anything good come from something so easy?
Maybe that's the catch.

But really it was the Sony/Columbia copy protected CD of Bob Dylan’s “Bringing It All Back Home” with no polite indication and the Virgin Lady who countered “everyone has a CD player” and the vanishment of my $12.99 and the plastic silence and laptop indignation that is the why and therefore.

"Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.”