Today’s lesson: When someone smarter than you gives you advice, take it.
For years now, John, my computer guru, has been telling me to mind my metadata — tags, labels, genres, playlists. Take the time, when you download music, e-mail, photos, to put it where it belongs, or at the very least, slap a digital sticky on it. And remember to delete the crap you don’t want anymore. On today’s giant hard drives, single files can knock around like lost children in Calcutta, and someday you’ll need to find them, and where will they be? In Calcutta, that’s where.
Did I listen? Only with half an ear. And then, today, I accidentally deleted my “purchased music” playlist, and now all my iTunes Music Store tracks are at large in the Calcutta of my music library, which is a vast and crowded place, let me tell you. For reasons that have to do with the personal radio station of my iPod, WNN-dot-C, playin’ the sets that only one insane person would assemble, the ones that bump Tyrone Davis up against It’s a Beautiful Day and then hop to some Funkadelic and maybe some tango jazz from our Buenos Aires trip to take us to the top of the hour — to do this, I need my Purchased Music playlist, now vaporized.
One thing John has taught me, however, is how to solve my own problems (“Always happy to help, Nance. Really.”), so right now I’m figuring out a way to fix it. I’m sorting them by the iTunes proprietary file suffix (.m4p) and reassembling it.
Jeez, what a pain in the ass. Why do I have to learn everything the hard way?
Don’t answer that.
In the future: Mind your metadata, people. You’ll thank me.
(By the way, does anyone else have a K-tel album in their iPod? I do, now: “K-tel Presents: The Vogues and the Equals: Back to Back.” And to think, all I wanted was “Five O’Clock World.”)
Hump Day in Winter Break Week. I may yet go insane.