
Sometimes the nark factor of technology just tip toes along the edge of making you want to give up on it all and just go out and smack an Aurochs over the head with a bone mallet. Sadly all round, this is no longer an option; thousands of generations ago cave men infuriated by the nark factor of say, wheel, knobkerrie or fire technology, wandered out into the wilderness one time too many and the lowly Aurochs is no longer with us.
Tonight when I got in from work, and before the evening's gaming began, I fancied listening to some loud music at point blank range. That is to say, sitting about 18" in front of the speakers. I have listened to too much on the headphones recently, using my Walkman, and frankly, good as it is, it just ain't the same. I could have plugged the Walkman into the hi-fi, or played a CD, but the sound system is in the bedroom, and I wanted to get the full-on experience whole browsing the web and reading my emails. So it had to be music from the computer.
Well this is all well and good; most of my CD collection has found its way onto my Walkman via the computer, so by and large there's a fair old selection of music tucked away on my Hard Drive. Great chunks of it,however, are not where they're supposed to be. As with most applications, the ATRAC software I use insisted upon installing itself on the C Drive, and opening the library there. I didn't notice until I started running out of space, and this is particularly silly since I have over 200Gigs of free space littered around my PC, so a little attention would have ensured that the population of the C drive didn't equate to the byte version of downtown Dacca. Some months ago I moved the library to a different partition on a different disk. All well and good, but I seem to have transferred a lot of song titles but not the accompanying files. Quite where they ended up, God only knows, and He's not telling. Several searches have proved fruitless. They must be here somewhere, but have gone into hiding.
Swine.
So when I decided to listen to a couple of tracks by Sandy Denny and the Strawbs from the All Our Own Work Album I was annoyed to find that they hadn't made the transition and were on the run somewhere in my computer. "Never mind" thought I, "I'll copy them back off the Walkman".
Ho Yus.
Five minutes later, the tracks had disappeared from the Walkman and gone into anonymous exile somewhere on the PC; I still have no idea where they are. In the end, I got the CD off the rack and re-copied it to both. Then I played a couple of the best tracks VERY LOUD.
I wish I knew where all that music ended up, though...