An excellent and thoughtful response to my lazy formulated (and mostly rhetorical) question from Tendenzroman here.
Actually the question arose as one of my laptops is dying and I remembered another, older hard drive packed with choonage that died a few years ago. This dying laptop is a source of low-grade anxiety to me ( I must transfer the songs across to my new laptop etc) and then yesterday I thought, oh well, whatever. I never listen to anything except those Marc Bolan albums these days anyway! Can i even remember what was so vital to me on that old, dead drive? The Wipers?
OK. I'll have a think about it and get back to you!
Oh and I haven't received any email. Sure you've got my super, new cneville1970@gmail.com address?
Oh and I haven't received any email. Sure you've got my super, new cneville1970@gmail.com address?
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Wipers are pretty vital all the same. I occasionally think of all the stuff that must have filled my old pc before that died. Things got Audiogalaxy and Epitonic probably, like the whole backcatalogue (up until that point obviously) of Anticon and everything ever mentioned in Organ Art.
There's something here I'm currently struggling with that's been commented on by Phil Knight in his recent post about time and Wayne's signing off from the blogosphere to participate in'real life'. It's to do with time - about the sheer mass of stuff available on the net, the time it takes to sift and listen, the speed at which it's assimilated/or not, how much the sifting can remove you from others physically proximal while 'connecting' you to others elsewhere. As you can see this is half-digested - get back to you when I've thought it through, but not before I've had some keys cut and made the kids lunch.
Two years ago, my computer died, taking about two weeks worth of music with it (a lot of it I actually paid for). It wasn't the music I mourned, but the many wasted hours, days, weeks, months downloading it all. I'm still none the wiser.
Hip around mid-decade: 'laplash'. Teenagers and fortyplusomethings will join hands, denouncing the ruthless chronovore that is the internet and all it consumes. Ambitious twentythirtysomethings hold out for it's 'profile-raising' potential, but they'll be dismissed as shallow 'bookfaces'.
Remember: You heard it from the unhip trend-pundit here first...
PS. what's with the verifaction? Don't you appreciate how many people read your blog drunk?
i only just figured out how to turn comments back on afer my revamping....
I'll have a look
I sent it to the white diaspora one, which is stupid of me since we've spoke before on the cneville email...
I found Pantera's discography on an old laptop not long ago and thought 'I really don't remember being that into them' but I ended up quite glad I had it once I listened to it all again.
Funny that you bring this up, because I'm facing a similar situation and it's brought similar thoughts to my mind. With Wayne's remarks striking a familiar chord as per my prior experiences w/ such stuff. Sure, these days I've got better means of backing things up; but nonetheless I catch myself wondering, "Why do I keep fucking around like this in the first place?"
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