DAMNNATION
Oct. 2nd, 2007 10:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mlerulesAt first it worked out GREAT, just as expected. The moment I pushed play and started blasting Beethoven's 9th (an obvious choice after yesterday's drive home to/with the soundtrack to A Clockwork Orange), I started feeling better and good and productive. And then it started freezing up. *screams in frustration and tears hair out*
So now I need to see 'bout getting a replacement CD. There're only a few copies available used through Amazon of the recording I have, which is the one I'm used to so want again. I don't have time/energy for this now.
This recording means so much to me. It's been soundtrack to chunks of my life, to road trips, to entire semesters, to the start of something new and exciting, to fresh figs and driving along PCH w/the top down watching the sun set into the Pacific, to red wine, flirting, and fireworks at the Hollywood Bowl, to driving to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival w/Dear Friends who could sing along, to wandering around olde mental hospitals w/wifts of fog hovering over the lawn beneath olde California pepper trees in courtyards lit only by the full moon, to a whole slew of special memories. And now it's damaged.
Thank goodness it hasn't happened again since several crucial moments during the 1st movement. Back to work. Okay, something's bugging me. Otherwise I wouldn't be quite on edge. I've got a couple sneaking suspicions of what's up. Will think on't more then figure out how to deal w/them/it.
So now I need to see 'bout getting a replacement CD. There're only a few copies available used through Amazon of the recording I have, which is the one I'm used to so want again. I don't have time/energy for this now.
This recording means so much to me. It's been soundtrack to chunks of my life, to road trips, to entire semesters, to the start of something new and exciting, to fresh figs and driving along PCH w/the top down watching the sun set into the Pacific, to red wine, flirting, and fireworks at the Hollywood Bowl, to driving to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival w/Dear Friends who could sing along, to wandering around olde mental hospitals w/wifts of fog hovering over the lawn beneath olde California pepper trees in courtyards lit only by the full moon, to a whole slew of special memories. And now it's damaged.
Thank goodness it hasn't happened again since several crucial moments during the 1st movement. Back to work. Okay, something's bugging me. Otherwise I wouldn't be quite on edge. I've got a couple sneaking suspicions of what's up. Will think on't more then figure out how to deal w/them/it.
