Twisting knobs and moving sliders

When I was a kid, I used to show my mark list to my grannies, aunties and uncles. Because I was by far the youngest in the family, they were very generous—rewarding me with quite a bit of pocket money. Eventually I bought a lot of CD albums: the Spice Girls, Shania Twain, Britney Spears, Pink, Evanescence, you name it. (I am sorry; I thought that boys were stupid until I was 12.) And singles, of course. I can still recall the feeling of having a freshly-bought single in my hands, opening the CD cover for the first time, reading Continue Reading