Don’t be alarmed by the charging noise
Who said that buying music was dead? A local band, who now boasts an international footprint, has a new CD/vinyl offering coming out in two weeks. Thanks to their marketing team, two singles are out on YouTube, and I am convinced enough to have ordered my copy already. I may only unwrap the CD long enough to rip and transfer to more user friendly devices around here, but the band gets the cash just the same. I’ve also gone to see them in concert, a couple of times; guess that means I am one of the fans the press likes to wax on about. And for the record, when I was out and about (seems like a lifetime ago), I rarely bought merch. Too much work to wait at a table in the back of the hall. With websites and instant money transfers, it’s all so much easier. Why, we could have kept the Beatles going, if we’d had consumer friendly tools like this.
Around the house, the electrical bike is waking up. At least, I think so. I could hear this “sort of familiar” alarm sound, at random moments through the afternoon. Even stationed myself at a location in the living area to see if I could find the source. Mentioned the sound to she who knows about such things, and got an immediate response: “I’m charging my battery pack”. Not convinced you can resuscitate a five year old collection of LiOH cells that easily, but I could be wrong. Hope so; the price of a replacement pack is at a serious level, and doing a replacement is something that I want to avoid: the video on YouTube started by recommending placing a fire extinguisher within easy reach.
