...that sudden urge to hear a certain song Right Now?

Dec 10, 2009

It was one of those bizarre desperation-things. I had spent about an hour reading in bed, turned out the lights and went to sleep…when suddenly I was completely and totally awake. I suddenly wasn’t sure if I had a certain CD in MP3 format - and even worse, half-thought that I might have sold this now-very-hard-to-find CD when I ripped it to MP3 format because I only liked about five songs on it and I wouldn’t ever need it again.

I turned on the light. Got up. Reassured the cats that, no, this did not mean that it was Oh Food Thirty (they followed me anyway, living on hope that I am stupid enough to give them an extra portion of Wet Food.) Went downstairs, opened the library - which I generally keep closed in the winter to keep some heat in the rest of the downstairs - and pulled out my first CD binder. There was the CD, okay good, okay fine, I owned it. Then up stairs (with the briefest of pauses to ask Ursa to get out of my way, no I was not going to give him more Wet Food even if he gave me the soulful-eye), into the office to turn on the computer and burn that CD to MP3 right then and there. I had kept myself awake with a sudden urge to hear this one song, and by all that was holy and much that was not, I was going to not only hear that song, but make triply sure that I could hear it whenever I wanted by just turning on my MP3 player…

...that was sitting in my bedroom, atop the hamper, where I hadn’t looked to see if I actually had the song there. My computer hard drive died about three months ago, meaning that I’d had to re-rip my entire MP3 collection. (Thank goodness I’m one of those anachronisms who believes in keeping the CDs one has purchased unless they’re absolutely dreadful.) My MP3 player was, of course, unaffected. So the song would be on there, right? Except it wasn’t. I wasn’t able to find the album, and since it was one of those “compilation” albums the music companies had released in the 80s and 90s, to try and cross-promote their stables of artists, I couldn’t go looking for the artist since I didn’t know it. (All I knew was that it was some goth/new wave singer covering Tim Buckley’s Song of the Siren.) Okay, so back to the office to find the album name. The computer’s woken up now, so after memorizing the album name I started the CD rip process. Back to the bedroom, where I couldn’t find the album name. But wait! Hadn’t I gotten all clever at some point and created a playlist? Yep, there it was. Okay, that much is done, The Track That Kept Me From Slumber is now on repeat-track on the MP3 player-stereo-thingie while I’m going to burn the CD to my hard drive…

...except that, apparently, I had already burned said CD to my hard drive when I was re-doing my entire collection. It was already right there.

Geez oh pete.

Back downstairs to put the CD away, because otherwise I’ll “lose” it - for real, this time. The menagerie follows me back down, right at my heels. Fog even chirps and turns right at the bottom of the staircase, toward the kitchen. She gets the other two convinced that This Time Food Will Be Forthcoming, and Ursa nearly trips me in his haste to get from just inside the library, where he preceeded me, to the living room on his way to the kitchen. I slam into the wall, thankfully NOT breaking-scratching-dropping the CD, and put it back. Then before I can close the library and head back upstairs (where all the residual heat in the house has gone, now that the downstairs heater vents are off for the night) I have to convince Ursa and Fog to come out of the library. (As soon as that door opened, they were both inside and sniffing around like mad. The room is closed off for four months out of the year to conserve heat, so in their wee brains any time I open the door it’s a Brand New Room.) I finally have to pick Monkey up and bring him out so that I can close the door and head back upstairs again.

Meanwhile, Monkey has now gone down and back up the stairs twice and is looking rather aggrieved (“Why can’t the bald ape make up her mind!!”). Ursa has finally given up on Quest for Wet Food and is back up on the red fuzzy blanket, where I’ll have to move him again when I finally go back to bed. And Fog is just bemused.

And I’m awake and keyed up again. Dang it.

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