Day Three: Scratching and Mixing

19 11 2008

About a month ago, I replaced the LaCie external HD I broke last February while backing up my iTunes folder prior to my trip to Atlanta. For the longest time, I thought everything I’d downloaded over the past two years, some 300 tracks from iTunes and Amazon MP3, was gone forever and that my only option was to do an iPod rip, which I wasn’t looking forward to because I didn’t know what I was doing. However, all my downloaded tracks and their accompanying artwork were restored when plugged in my new 500 GB LaCie. Was I glad? Yes, indeed. What I didn’t anticipate was the disappearing act my imported tracks pulled. Yep, they were ALL gone. Every Minnie Riperton, Stevie Wonder, Jamiroquoi, Jay-Z, Floetry, and soulful house CD – vanished from both my MacBook HD and my iPod.

I’ve been putting off importing everything for months and months now, but with no looming deadlines and everything kind of quiet and still, I decided to import my entire CD library and do laundry. For those of you who know me, this is no easy undertaking. I have, oh, 350 or so CDs in the binder I used to lug around Xavier, not to mention the more than 100 that had to be taken out to make room for new acquisitions. We’re talking 450 CDs here, and I’m determined to add each and every one that I might listen to on a half way regular basis to my library.

In between fluffing and folding and switching discs, I’m also looking for part-time gigs. I found one, but it may require me to move back to Memphis. I’m not the biggest fan of Memphis, Tennessee, but if it gives me the chance to save money and have the time to freelance, I’ll have to get over this thing I have with my ‘hometown’. Ugh, I can’t believe I just wrote that.

Memphis is so not where I’m from, but since I lived there the longest, I have to call it my hometown, or at least that’s what people tell me. It has become easier to say that I’m from Memphis when my subjects see my cell phone’s 901 area code pop up on their caller I.D., so maybe the River City and I are mending fences. Still, I sometimes take the time to tell folks that I’m “from Memphis by way of New Orleans.” I guess it’s my very Southern, very genteel explanation of why my voice is more Cajun Country than just plain country.

On the other hand, going home (again) is going to be lame. I’m going to go from a 730-square foot box to a 16’ x 11’ box, but at least Peanut will have a backyard again. I’ll probably have to sell a lot of stuff before I leave, too. I’m not trying to take all of this stuff back with me. It’s too much. I’m still going to apply and see how things turn out and begin to make my decisions from there. It’s not too early to start thinking about these things, but it is too early to worry about them.

So pardon me while I get caffeinated, listen to N.E.R.D, fluff and fold and write my cover letter for this gig. It’s going to be a long day.

LM

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