December 18th, 2006 by
Every now and then, as I surf around the podosphere, I come across little gem of iPod writing that falls outside of the usual techno-centric, gadget-lust reporting. posted by Deezee at Confessional Highway starts with a random technological glitch, and leads to the very personal connection between music and memory.
It begins:
My iPod woke me during the night as if it needed to tell me something.
