Every once in a while I still pull out my old iPod. It lives a much easier life than it did a few years ago – usually docked in my alarm clock playing the same couple songs over and over as my backup alarm.
Essentially it houses everything I listened to in high school and college. I’m always reminded what a great interface the scroll wheel provided – minutes to learn, one thumb operation, sight of screen not needed.
However, today, for a brief moment, I scrolled to the artist, highlighted the song, and then, in a continuation of the gesture, lifted up my thumb and tapped the track name.
Sorry, iPod.
