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I’ve been suffering from a sort of low-grade existential crisis lately, and in an effort to shore up my angst I’ve been buying digital entertainment by the box-load.

Already delivered: Space Revolver (The Flower Kings), The Secret Language of Birds (Ian Anderson), Live at Polskie Radio and Live Vol. 2, Acoustic Songs (Colin Bass), Situation Dangerous (Bozzio, Levin, Stevens), Scenes from New York (Dream Theater - live DVD). En route: North Ave. Wake-Up Call and Lucid (Freddy Jones Band), the entire catalog of Wine Field CDs, Don’t Try This At Home (Spock’s Beard - Live), Two Separate Gorillas (Neal Morse and Nick D’Virgilio), and the debut CD from Under the Sun.

So, to accompany my flat affect are 16 pieces of two-dimensional polycarbonate. My disposition, like the plastic on the CD, is mercilessly pitted. But through the magic of technology, the pits become sound, and the sound triggers the release of buckets of norepinephrine and serotonin in direct relationship to the amplitude of the sound waves. That is: the louder it is, the better I feel. Pity about my hearing though, especially when I miss the sound of the doorbell — could be another delivery!