Where's The Music? ©

That was a nice little break I had me.
Well not really a break.
I spent time reading blogs I haven’t been to in a while instead of my regular reads.
I think I spend more time writing comments than writing posts at times because I tend to run at the mouth with some comments but that’s all your faults because you write so well and get me thinking to much

I did do some writing that you will probably see next month, I have that yet to finish but it’s something and I did post on my other site for a change while I was sitting here listening to music until I went to the washroom that is.

Many of you know how much me loves my music.
Me and Baby Blue (My IPOD) have spent thousands of hours listening to Pink Floyd, The Stones, Madrugada, April Wine, ELO, Moby and dozens of others musicians.

Friday night I plopped at my computer after washing what seemed like an endless supply of dirty dishes and turned on my IPOD and hit play to wait for a piece of music that would inspire me to write something.
Maybe some Enigma or OZZY!!!!!!!!!!!
I worked on a story for a couple of hours then took off to the washroom and a joint on the way back.

I sat back in the chair and let it ease me back to my comfort position as I waited for the music to start.
Usually when the sound of the music comes on my brain quickly remembers the song and before you know it I’m off somewhere in la, la land and with me that could be just about anywhere in the chambers of my imagination.
The music set the setting and I just write it down.
The music started and I almost fell out the back of my chair.

WTF?!

I sit up trying to find out what song was that because I didn’t recall putting this music on Baby Blue.
When I saw who it was I KNEW for sure I didn’t too.
Hanna Montana, why the fuck do I want to listen to Hanna Montana for?

So I look at what folder it was in and it was in my library but wait.
There were more Hanna Montana songs and some other from a band I have never heard of, Acorn, Atorn, something like that.

Definitely not my type of music

I mean, I will tolerate it as a parent.
Hell I went to see Brittany Spears and Christina Aguilera with two giddy twelve year olds in the space of two weeks and survived that screaming, squealing hell.
I huddled at the back wall with two hundred other parents smoking joints and singing Kumba ya.

I can take the music, I just don’t want it on my IPOD so I go to erase it and I can’t.
I mean it doesn’t want to leave for some reason so I click on the library so I can play something that won’t drive me to drink again and my music is gone, all of it.
Well almost all of it.
I had about 800 songs and now I had 72 left and the whole fucken Hanna Montana collection and Christmas music.
I have no fucken idea why there was Christmas music there but there is now.

So I search all over the damn place for my songs but they were nowhere to find.
Three years I added to the IPOD and keeping only the ones I could listen to over and over and now they were all gone.
I couldn’t understand what happened to all my music.
This is the first time I have lost files on the IPOD like this and what’s with the Hanna Montana shit.

After some time I call down my daughter and ask her if she recognizes the songs on my IPOD and she laughs and says yes and as her eyes started going down the list I could see something in them that I didn’t like.
It was like I could see realization come in them from the outside.

I asked if that happen to be her music.
She looked kind of nervous.
I told her not to worry, that I wasn’t going to kill her more than once.
Her eyes just popped out of her head.
I love when I make people do that; usually it’s the only compensation I get for being screwed.

She said that it was her music but she swears she didn’t touch my IPOD and I believed her because I am always here and never leave it alone.
But how the hell did this happen.
I went upstairs and on her computer she has Itunes and is downloading music from the same place I do.
As I look at her Itunes I see that when she installed it and was prompted to scan her computer for devices it found Baby Blue because she is on my network and she deleted all of my stuff and put her downloads straight to my IPOD.
Hanna Montana, acorns and Christmas music is all I have left.

Fuck.

Oh well, what is there left to do but smoke a joint and listen to the first song I downloaded.

Have a nice day

Walker