I don’t know about you, but I can’t work without my music. Hardly a project is done without going through at least ten cycles of my latest playlist (or a couple movies) and two or three charges of my ipod. Then the other day my dad was going on about how amazing technology has become, and he went into the whole “back in my day…” spiel.
That got me to thinking. How exactly did we end up with mp3s? Lo and behold, it was like gizmodo read my mind, and posted this extensive timeline of music storage solutions. They even have the uber-fail minidisc on there! (I vaguely remember some kind of parody of those in Men In Black) Hmm…I might have to get me a couple of those wax cylinders. Nah, the phonautograph sounds much better.