This time around, though, I found myself wondering if that would really have been the case.
I think we have this idea from books and movies and TV that any seemingly insignificant change to the timeline would result in massive and possibly catastrophic changes we can’t anticipate. Squish a bug as you step out of your time machine in 1837 and you’ll return to a 2022 where the Nazis won World War 2 and there are space colonies on the moon. Stop at a different quickie mart on the way home work in 1997 and you would have set off a long, complex chain of events that would result in never meeting your future spouse.
But I wonder how true that really is. I think maybe we tend to overestimate the degree of free will we have and how varied the opportunities and choices available to us actually are. There are exceptions, of course, but I imagine that for most of us, our lives and circumstances offer a fair amount of buffer zone for radical change.
My old bittorrented mp3 copy of Chill Out vanished when the power supply on the Netgear NAS in my office closet went up in smoke two years ago, so I am glad to have it available on the streaming services.
I will admit to thinking that there was something charming/appealing about these sorts of albums be hard to find, but what good is really served by that sort of artificial scarcity? It seems like elitist Record Shop Guy crankiness—”Kids these days have it so easy and they don’t appreciate good music anymore!” Who cares? It’s a good album and people should be able to listen to it.
Now if only they could make Space easier to get one’s hands on.