SONGS MEAN A LOT WHEN SONGS ARE BOUGHT AND SO ARE YOU

I still remember the first vinyl album I bought with my own scratch. K-Tel's Fantastic. 22 original hits, 22 original stars, a cheap plastic dream.

My first cassette purchase was Weird Scenes Inside the Gold Mine, a two-tape brick of pyrite that set me back $14.98. A princely sum for a 14 year old whose mom was still buying the groceries with food stamps.

The first CD was Megatrax Vol 2, a Rolling Stones bootleg that I picked up in Japan before I even owned a CD player.

But I'll be damned if I can remember the first MP3 I ever bought...