I lean back in my chair. I put on the earbuds—the cheap, gray ones with the little rubber nubs. I close my eyes. The music is mine. I have bled for it. I have wrestled with the ghost of Uwe and the arrogance of Sony. I have converted, crashed, cursed, and converted again.
It is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. sonicstage mac
I do this again. And again. And again. I learn the incantations. Never use AAC, always WAV. Never transfer more than three songs at once. Never touch the mouse during the “Write TOC” phase. Always eject from Windows, never from the Finder. I lean back in my chair
Until next week, when I have to do it all over again. sonicstage mac
I lean back in my chair. I put on the earbuds—the cheap, gray ones with the little rubber nubs. I close my eyes. The music is mine. I have bled for it. I have wrestled with the ghost of Uwe and the arrogance of Sony. I have converted, crashed, cursed, and converted again.
It is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard.
I do this again. And again. And again. I learn the incantations. Never use AAC, always WAV. Never transfer more than three songs at once. Never touch the mouse during the “Write TOC” phase. Always eject from Windows, never from the Finder.
Until next week, when I have to do it all over again.