It's Over, It's Just Begun
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I don't even know where to begin. I haven't been very excited by music lately. I sit in my dark little basement apartment, christmas lights and candles brightening up the room and listen to my vinyl. Thank god for my LPs. My hard drive with ALL of my music on it died. And no, I did not have a backup. Until I become a rich woman, I have to suffer through the loss of all those zeros and ones. The only way I can get many of those files back is to pay an exorbitant price to a data recovery company. It has taken me several weeks the get over this loss. Now I just think- digital files don't really mean anything to me. I can't hold them in my hand like I can a record. I have weeks worth of Dylan bootlegs I will never get back. And that's okay. I am resigned to my loss now. There is something so comforting about vinyl. I went to Goodwill a few days ago and found a live Leo Kottke record. Took it home and lavished loving care upon it. Cleaned it, set it reverently on my Technics, opened a beer and sat outside listening to the 12-string sounds float from the speakers. I haven't lost a friend, an animal, a house. Just files. Files and files. Fuck digital. My analog revolution has begun.




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Comments (63)
I know where you are coming from...I just lost everything on my iPod AFTER talking with Apple for almost four hours on the phone. Everything gone. No files on the computer because I have no space to keep iTunes filled up with songs on the hard drive. Just like you...songs that can't be replaced or should I say "files"? Files still don't feel like the real thing compared to staring at a vinyl cover like the back of cereal box.
Like you...the crackle of an LP blaring out of the speakers is an old friend who never lets me down. My comrad my skip on occasion or have a little cue burn but a pal just the same.
Cassettes still rule too!
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