Even though I'm a millennial, born with mouse in hand, glazed over eyes, and an incredulity with anything without an "i" in front of it, I would rather not chain memories of a great album like Robert Plant & Alison Krauss's Raising Sand to bad posture and a stupefied look on my face. Perhaps you don't have drool running down your face when you use a computer, but as the digital age is nearing its teenage years, you have to admit real is becoming overrated. Human interaction is becoming automated. Even entire movies, shot traditionally with real people are becoming animated. Before long, tag-lines will tout "100% Real Actors!" as if they are the real bacon in McMuffins. To me, it all seems like a big joke. Aston Kutcher, get your butt out here and tell us that we're Punk'd already. We've waited long enough.

Anyway, while that hunky heartthrob gets his hair teased and blush applied in preparation for the uncovering, I've got some time to say a little "What the Fuck?" to iTunes. If I only had that printable booklet to hold onto, then maybe I wouldn't have to associate The Bill Evans Trio with looking for an electric shaver on eBay. It can't be that difficult to send the file from a graphic designer's computer to some server. Why do only a handful of new releases get the special treatment and why do most of them have to be total crap?

Right now I'd like to say, "Maybe it's just because I'm old-fashioned. I've been on this world a lot of years. I deserve to have my stubborn opinion." I can't say that. I'm nineteen. I'm a millennial. So what do you think?