Today, while driving up and down the green hills of Orkney, I asked dad to put on some music. He scrolled through the music library in my phone, and asked why I only had one song on it from Mumford & Sons’ latest album. I had no idea, and he put on something else.
But later, when I wasn’t driving anymore, I felt I needed to check what had happened to the Mumford & Sons album. Well, what I found was much more serious than just a couple of missing folk rock songs. When scrolling through the artists, I realised that I’m missing half of my music!
Before leaving home, I did this elaborate iTunes list with all the music that I’d want to listen to during my trip, and since I couldn’t find a way to see how many GB this music would require on my phone, I thought I’d just start uploading them and then the phone would tell me when it was full. Well, it never did and I didn’t think about checking what had actually gotten on there before I unplugged it and left for the airport.
So now, I’m here, far away from home and my music-filled computer, with no music starting N and onwards, in alphabetical order. Will I manage? Probably. The music I especially acquired for this trip, Joshua Radin, Ingrid Michaelson and Frank Turner, are all there. But still. What am I to do without Regina Spektor, Rilo Kiley, The Tallest Man On Earth and the new album from Villagers that I haven’t even listened once to yet? A frustrating realisation indeed.
And mostly, I’m annoyed with my phone. Why didn’t it tell me it couldn’t fit all the music in the playlist? I feel that we’re having a crisis of communication. I don’t know if we’ll ever get past this.
Katja Malmborg 