A noise annoys
Oct. 16th, 2011 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hirezAt the tail end of the week, I managed to bootstrap myself into the more recent present and stuff enough memory into my phone such that it would hold a third of my MP3 pile rather than its previous pitiful fraction. I'd also not bothered using the Android as a music player because the installed effort is by and large hateful, and I had a lumpy-creditcard Creative, er, thingy already.
On the other hand, the Creative, er, thingy doesn't do scrobbling (because it is just so important that I can bore other people with whatever Peelist malarkey the random function chooses to lob in my direction) and is only 8G in size.
8G meant that I had to fairly carefully curate what went on the thing. In the beginning it was mostly thumpy techno; misc, Futureshock, Akufen. After a while, I found myself poking the 'oh just sod off' button more often, so the more frantic stuff was replaced by Boards of Canada, Belbury Poly and, er, Motorhead.
Having a lot more storage than that means that the nature of the curation has changed, I think.
Among the sensible grown-up albums, I have quite a pile of what-I-guess-passes-for-the-equivalent-of-singles - odd MP3s that fail to fit into any sort of order. Indeed, they're in directories named 'Indie, Goth, Odd Music, Loud Music, Shiny Pop and Random Techno' which covers quite enough bases thank you very much. Some of these media-objects are at least a decade old. because I remember listening to them A Lot during the tail-end of the second London adventure. I was listening to a lot of MP3s because that was the six month period when I left the house but rarely. As one might imagine, that's a painful set of things I don't particularly want to remember.
Thus curation now seems to be 'Fill MP3 device. Listen on random. Delete things that make you cringe and go 'oh fuck no'. When enough space has been reclaimed, fill it with Krautrock or psychedelia.' Or something like that. Y'see, records just used to go to to the back of the box(es). Perhaps because I thought I'd be able to re-evaluate them in the future, or perhaps because I'd not experienced anything quite psychically damaging enough yet.
On the other hand, the Creative, er, thingy doesn't do scrobbling (because it is just so important that I can bore other people with whatever Peelist malarkey the random function chooses to lob in my direction) and is only 8G in size.
8G meant that I had to fairly carefully curate what went on the thing. In the beginning it was mostly thumpy techno; misc, Futureshock, Akufen. After a while, I found myself poking the 'oh just sod off' button more often, so the more frantic stuff was replaced by Boards of Canada, Belbury Poly and, er, Motorhead.
Having a lot more storage than that means that the nature of the curation has changed, I think.
Among the sensible grown-up albums, I have quite a pile of what-I-guess-passes-for-the-equivalent-of-singles - odd MP3s that fail to fit into any sort of order. Indeed, they're in directories named 'Indie, Goth, Odd Music, Loud Music, Shiny Pop and Random Techno' which covers quite enough bases thank you very much. Some of these media-objects are at least a decade old. because I remember listening to them A Lot during the tail-end of the second London adventure. I was listening to a lot of MP3s because that was the six month period when I left the house but rarely. As one might imagine, that's a painful set of things I don't particularly want to remember.
Thus curation now seems to be 'Fill MP3 device. Listen on random. Delete things that make you cringe and go 'oh fuck no'. When enough space has been reclaimed, fill it with Krautrock or psychedelia.' Or something like that. Y'see, records just used to go to to the back of the box(es). Perhaps because I thought I'd be able to re-evaluate them in the future, or perhaps because I'd not experienced anything quite psychically damaging enough yet.
