Basslines to Baselines

After a Sunday afternoon shower I am refreshed, a little groggy, but peaceful and self satisfied in my sense of acomplishment, until the work that I have spent the better part of my morning and afternoon on slowly tempts me back to my computer desk. My effort to reign in the ephemera of my life has one main prize: my digital audio library.

My growing problem is that my voracious appetite for music and tendency for intensity, I have grown a massive and messy mp3 collection. In the early days of 2001–’02 I would download and organize music in a real haphazard way. Once I discovered that I liked using iTunes in late 2004 I went through a minor personal revolution. iTunes enables such an intuitive, precise, and dynamic control of parsing and viewing music it was mind expanding. The sort of double edged sword of this control is the need for good metadata, as in each mp3 should have (at least) Artist, Album, Track Name, Track Number, Year, Genre, and of course - Album Art. Suffice to say that most of the stuff I download nowadays is more and more purchased and already really well tagged (at a later date I will discus my ethics about downloading mp3s).