The Day the Music Died

Who would have known Don McLean would have predicted the downfall of my speakers? One of the best purchases I have ever made in my life has finally put one foot in the grave as the sound starts to crackle out at higher volumes and the bass shows its age.We have been through a lot my old girl and I. I originally got her from eBay at a dirt cheap price of US$50. I was working at a summer camp in the US at the time and it was a beautiful sunny day when the package arrived. It's been over a year and a half since and she hasn't let me down. Amazingly good sound and amazingly compact. A perfect traveler's companion: she really came into her own recently when I finally got my hands on a cable to hook it up to my laptop. Suddenly I had a portable home theater and James the Wanderer hasn't been the same since.

We have been through our share of tough times. One fateful day in Seattle we were almost parted forever. Through a rushed packing job, hungover daze I left my beautiful mm50 all alone in a hostel locker as I headed to the airport on my way to Orlando, Florida. It wasn't until a few days later I realised the gross act of irresponsibility I had undertaken. Getting thrown out of camp for the indirect supply of alcohol to minors? Bah. Getting the sack in the last weeks of work for embezzlement? Pales in comparison to leaving my pearly princess all alone in the dark. It took some time to forgive myself.

I was in a panic. I made frantic phone calls in an effort to find out the fate of mm50 and after several night without sleep I managed to find her securely in the hands of the hostel reception. My extreme panic settled to mild heart palpitations from time to time as the silence began to take hold. It was a painful process riddled with financial blockades but I eventually worked out a deal with the hostel staff. I worked out that I would be in Montreal around the time my precious cargo should arrive and I awaited patiently...

Days went by and turned into weeks and still no news from my beloved. My sedated apprehension slowly returned with no news. As I began to pack my things and rang for a taxi to the airport my heart sunk and I had all but given up hope when the doorbell rang. The timing was incredible: My taxi was due to arrive within the hour and there she was. Her majestic ivory gleaming more brightly than the first day she had arrived on my doorstep. It was like falling in love all over again.

As I sit here and reminisce about our past together I begin to lament her imminent departure and I feel dirty as I search online for her replacement. I would like to say that you will forever hold a special place in my heart mm50, but I know that the dazzling spectacle of her succeeder: the Pure-Anywhere will quickly wash away the pain.

The day the music died. We were singing...
bye-bye, miss Logitech mm50... Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye And singin’, this’ll be the day that I die. this’ll be the day that I die.