Word: rom
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...companies are also engaged in a fierce fight on the technological front. Sony and Sega are following 3DO's lead, using 32-bit processors and double-speed CD-ROM drives with sufficient capacity to store VHS-quality video images and CD-quality stereo sound. Nintendo, striking out on its own, is opting for a higher-powered, 64-bit chip, and will store its games on high-capacity, plug-in cartridges instead of CD-ROM discs. Nintendo says this will enable it to offer both a lower-cost system and the blistering speed demanded by its target market: adolescent boys...
...ROM presentation itself contains good-sized chunks of McLachlan's videos, audio clips from all of her songs, and her own reflections on the album and her recently-ended tour. For those without access to McLachlan's videos on MTV (and with access to a CD-ROM) this track offers temptingly large and high quality, but incomplete, glances at many of her videos...
During the approximately 30 minute point-and-click presentation. Sarah comes of as unassuming and natural, aided perhaps by the fact that the interviews and the CD-ROM itself being put together by her best friend Crystal Heald. From her thoughts, in her gentle Candian accent, about the different cities on tour, to an amusing home video clip of Sarah playing the accordion (badly), the CD-ROM is a great chance for the fan to "get to know" McLachlan...
Despite containing familiar material. The Freedom Sessions makes a good case for itself. McLachlan's music holds up in an acoustic from because of her sheer talent. The multimedia track makes good use of CD-ROM technology and provides a glimpse into her music-making process. The album is clearly a companion album to Fumbling and complements its more textured sound with the clear tones of McLachlan's voice. Though few would say that she stumbles much, The Freedom Sessions finds her most definitely soaring...
...demon. My self-absorbed, sexist husband just won't let me go. He buried my ashes under the hazelnut tree and hasn't stopped mourning since the Carter administration. Now he's sold his soul to the devil to get an interactive CD-ROM to beam me out of my comfortable one-bedroom in Purgatory. He's such an asshole. What should I say to him when I see him? Should I bring up our earthly marital problems? Should I dress as Helen of Troy? Help me, Norma, what's a girl to do? Perturbed in Pudding Purgatory...