Happy Easter, everyone. This morning, I completed the long-overdue move of all my ripped CDs from my old 2012 MacBook Pro to the new one and, then, to my iPhone. I’m using Doppler on both devices. I like Doppler, a simple yet elegant MP3 player app with few well-thought-out features.

I am increasingly convinced that returning to purchased music is the way. I’ve been listening to streaming services for so long that I almost forgot the accomplishment of listening to music I own. This music was so significant when I first listened to it that it was worth buying and carrying along over the years. It’s tangible, too: it’s sitting right next to me, on my hard disk and my phone; I can look at it and, yes, touch and move it as I please, as I can with my original CDs. The same goes for the new music I buy on Bandcamp or elsewhere.

Music I own is sitting right next to me

I can download music from Spotify, but that’s rented music that I cannot move away from the app.

It’s also relevant that a much more significant part of my money goes to the artists when I purchase their music, and I’m glad for that because I’m thankful. I want their business to be healthy and prosperous so that I may enjoy more of their art in the future.

I’m listening to Dance Cadaverous from Wayne Shorter’s Speak No Evil, a song I probably last listened to ten years ago. Speak No Evil is one of the 100 CDs that, back in the day, I started collecting from The Best Jazz (pre-1980) Ever Released Digitally. I never completed that collection. I may resume it now, although future purchases will likely be just MP3s.