Every once in a while something happens to you that feels gut-wrenchingly poignant and unbelievable, but which seems to be nothing more than a blip on anyone else’s radar. You have a hard time comprehending how it could be that everyone else isn’t dropping everything to decry the atrocity from the nearest rooftop. They hear what has happened, and express sympathy, but instantaneously return to the normalcy they enjoyed before they knew as if it should mean nothing. But to you it is serious and paradigm altering.
I’ve had my iPod stolen.
This iPod was 160GB, and was nearly full with all the music I owned. It was the last vestige of my expansive collection after my 1000GB backup hard drive was lost in the process of moving from Maui to New York, and to top it all off it was a Valentine’s day present from my fiancé. I was devastated. Since it was stolen from the school I work at the usual procedures were followed, but I honestly have no hope of recovering it at this point. So now I am in a city built on public transportation, and without my music, and even worse, I’ve lost a lot of it for good.
But an interesting opportunity arrises here from the ashes of this tragedy.
What if I used this silence as a blank slate upon which to intentionally rebuild my music collection from scratch, filling in the holes I previously had (like the Beatles…I know, I know) and exposing myself to new music I had obviously not sought out because I had my well-worn musical ruts? What belongs in the ideal collection of a music fan such as myself?
Let the experiment begin!
