Nowadays of course, the original mechanical jukes are being replaced by the downloading kind, which makes us grouchy for a number of reasons. As crotchety as we get, this makes the S.F. Appeal's Katie Ann Doze even sadder:
Well said. And now, we're off to figure out which bar's jukebox we'll be feeding quarters to while we celebrate the local creation of this fine piece of technology.But that doesn't mean I'm not sad that the materials for music are ghosts, you can't put it in your hands, you can't clutter your shelves, you can't press a button that turns the compact disc inserts inside a box that will play music over some shabby paneled speakers. And it doesn't mean I'm not mad when I think I'm playing records, when in fact, it's all just show.
I guess I'm still working to let go of the past, especially when that nostalgia is what internet jukeboxes are crassly banking on.