When the Sony Walkman arrived in 1980, making it possible to listen to music on the go in ways not involving a twenty-pound boombox and the noise complaints that came with it, I considered it an invention up there with dishwashers and Space Invaders. From the moment I bought my first knockoff (I could not afford a real Walkman), never again did I mow my lawn, or take a walk, or do any solitary pursuit without listening to music played at an unhealthy level. Today, few people

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